He picked me up late one night. Our schoolboy days were over but I still felt a burning sensation in my chest for him. I could see him standing there, staring at me, as I lay on his bed with not but his sheets for shrouding.
That night, passions were met, fires burned bright than sunlight, our hands entwined and our souls entangled. I gave myself up that night and he claimed me. I had his marks of ownership. Sweat glistened as we exchanged more than numbers. Finally, in his arms, I fell asleep.
I wonder when I woke up.