i could feel his years in his touch
palms worn by time pressed against my skin
fingers knowingly made their way through the outstretched land of my body,
exploring
he knew without asking
and i asked without saying a word
his grip turned to stone,
tightening with control
hushed words laced with lust turned heavier in my ear,
commanding
our breathing joined together until it was the only thing left i could hear
and when the stars are the only thing lighting the sky,
and i am alone
i can still hear the memory of us
when gentle turned rough
- rory
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PoetryI've debated with myself for countless hours over whether or not I should put this out for public consumption. So if by some miracle you are seeing this, then please know that I am shocked I finally ladied up and pushed that damn publish button. Enj...
