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A Moment |
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Breathe
in. It’s nothing. We are unimportant in this moment because there is only
blackness. As if everything had stopped in my moment of realisation your skin
was still under me. The world frozen though I only know this afterwards. My
passage of thought is on you like my body is. This is only lust. This is not
love. No tears will be shed when we split up. The lust might carry on though
and when it does I wont even know your phone number. Your body is moist with
both my sweat and yours, both of us are breathing hard, rapidly. I wonder what you see in me, though there is very
little to see as long as we have the moments of passion we don’t need to know
each other at all. I don’t even know your name. I’m in a rock band though I
doubt you know, I’m sure my band mates would disapprove of you, you’re not
‘hardcore’ enough but neither am I, really. Sex, yes. Drugs, no. Rock ‘n’
Roll is a statement I can’t claim to understand. As you lie there beneath me
none of this matters. It’s only lust. Do you know that yet? I only just began
to understand the situation and you, so young and sweet might even think it’s
love. Might. But like I said, I don’t know you. We do this. Sleep. And then
you head off home. I’ve never been to your house. You might be married. You
might be fourteen. I really ought to get to know you. I need a conversation. Just a short conversation. A
few words. I don’t even know what your voice sounds like, though I know… But
what I mean is… When it comes down to it, I don’t know what to say. I don’t
know what I want. I just get consumed in these moments of lust. “Hi, my
name’s…” No, that just sounds goofy. In this moment though, everything seems
totally still. I wonder what would happen if I tried to speak. Breathe out. The moment’s over and I’m consumed entirely by a new
hot, lust driven kiss. I don’t even know your name. |