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He Said Sex
He Said Sex
01/12/09 at 11:45 AM by hcky0819
He swore it was a lie the moment her lips touch his. How could this electricity be as shocking as this bed they both shared? Her face gleamed with an air of sophistication but her touch was that of a slut. Never mind her wondering hands, as his belt was undone; never mind the temptations. With a certain song stuck in his sloshed head, he capitulated to his antagonist. “I assume this is how it’s going to be.” He thought as he closed his blue eyes. Her breath was poignant on his bare chest, and her nails scratched ever so lightly along his naked hips.
Here was this girl, alone for the first time, yet together for what seemed like eternity. And here was this boy, crazed at his uncertain future, but content at this very moment. Below the surface, these kids could be your middling, nonchalant, run-of-the-mill-product-of-the-emotional-generation-kids, yet to continue your search, one finds pain rivaled by none of their peers. Feelings of being alone and afraid; a life-time of tragedy wrapped up into two multi-celled organisms just waiting for their breakdown to occur.

The room was dark but the moon shed enough light into the master bedroom that two bodies could be made out sprawled upon the queen size bed. Clothes littered the floor, along with the protection that was lost to the moment. Who would want to protect from the passion that permeated every corner of the room? Love was the last emotion on either of their minds. The boy was hoping it was over, the girl pretended like it just began; this lust was overwhelming. With an eye to the future, neither would acknowledged the reasoning behind their decision. All that was considered was the feeling of two young bodies clinging to each other for reasons beyond either’s expectations.

With a quickened pace, the boy went in and out, in and out. This must be a lie; every bit of this satisfaction a falsity to the true reasoning behind such primal instincts and lust. He aimed to kill, with every penetration, all the hatred he had for his life. Sweat dripped from his far-head, and she played with his mind. She grabbed the bed sheets in an attempt to stabilize herself. He grasped the pillow behind her flowing brown hair until his knuckles turned white. Then he collapsed onto her chest.

They may have been young, but their desire was thousands of years in the making. When you grow up with lies, you can play anyone, anywhere, at anytime…even in a collage of sheets. With the rays of the morning’s sun, he rolled out of bed. Naked, he searched for his clothes, paying careful attention in order not to awake his sleeping mistress.
“And so this is how we will be remembered; by our sins, our covetousness, our hatred,” He thought, as he opened his cell’s door. “This must be heaven.”

Peace and <3
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