Sweet boy, my mother had said.
So off we went to spend the night under the stars.
The warmth of the fire and your arms around me, no sign of far-off cars.
We stayed there for hours, just you and me, talking in complete honesty.
We shared everything, anything, whatever words came to mind.
But then things got rough, and I felt your hand sliding down.
I couldn't yell, I couldn't scream. It was no longer me and you, together as a team.
I sat there and took the pain, with nothing to gain.
When you were done, I decided to have my own fun....Read More
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