You ran your hand down the small of my back, stroked the braids in my hair. You kissed my neck and caressed my check. You held me so close I heard your heartbeat through mine. Your breath, mist on my shoulder. Our legs tangled and our hands intertwined. You showered me with lust coated with love and that’s just it. It wasn’t love. You didn’t care about the rythym of my heart but only the movement of my chest when I breath.
I could have walked away, but I wasn’t willing to give up any intimate opportunity with you. I allowed my eyes to shun your eyes my ears to only hear your breath gasp in pleasure.
My closet isn’t filled with skeletons. But with secret whispers