I am staring at your black shirt, Behind you, I see you clothed; And in my mind I can remember my body Under yours, my pulse beating against Your naked flesh as I fall into you And I gasp in spite of myself And as everyone turns to look at me All I see are your blue eyes, Shocking, accusing, like you know What I'm thinking and I'm not allowed To touch you anymore or even think it And I know that I have finally Made you hate me.
Reason for writing:
For Stephen.
Birth sign: Not entered
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