He said "I believe the name was Daddy," in his best husky voice. Was it the alcohol or the teenage hormones speaking? I couldn't be sure. He breathed heavily into my ear, sighing, releasing his love in wordless communication. We moved together, forgetting to leave space for our worries and doubts. His eyes were like soft earth, gentle and deep, more intoxicating than the whiskey I'd been sipping from his cup twenty minutes before. I couldn't help but wonder if I was dreaming, utterly lost in the euphoria of his tan skin against my own pale one.
YOU ARE READING
deep lovely dark
Poetryif I tell you how I feel, will you promise to never use it against me?
