Another

His lips massaged my pale forehead,

our legs entangled in the silk sheets

His bony fingers stroked strands of my hair

I giggled with pink dusted cheeks,

gazing into his chocolate eyes

His smile began to fade, he glanced away

from my flushed round face

I clenched his cold hand,

caressing my thumb over his palm

What’s wrong?

My bottom lip quivered

a sigh escaped his mouth as he began to

speak

There’s another. 

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