fuck

i should have kissed you. no, scratch that. i should have fucked you. to hell with the fallout. i should have tightened my hand in your hair and pulled you to me. i should have made your spine bow, your knees buckle, and your heart explode. i should have torn moans from you over and over again until you were shivering and limp. i should have done all that then lain next to you, sticky and exhausted, feeling my breath reflect off of your bare chest, and back onto my burning cheeks. but i didn't. instead i pulled my fingers from your hair where they played so freely and sighed, "I should let you get some sleep." your eyes were closed and you were smiling slightly from where you lay with your head on my belly. "yeah, i suppose so." we did this five more times before we both sat up. you walked me to my car and hugged me close as we stood on the sidewalk. i could tell your body regretted my departure as much as mine did. and when i got in my car and pulled away, i noticed you turn and look back at me - something a man hasn't done in years.