Him

Another cold night And he was here, right next to me His face over my shoulder and hands wrapped across my belly. Caressing me at times, teasing! His lips alternating between bites & soft kisses Leaving marks wherever possible. Just when i was levitating in pleasure, Something loomy stuck my mind. It whispered hundred things. Of all, What hurt the most Was how many people must have been in my place, before and after. Not just the number But also the fear that there's someone out there Who matters to him More than i could ever.