Untitled - EngWarm.Moist, warm.Fog. Not physical fog, mist.You idiot. What did you shoot up in the mood this time?I hold you. I'm here, I hold you. Easy.His head on my shoulder, his arms around my neck, he grabs me, falls, I hold him. I hold you.I can feel his skin through his shirt, I don't wanna think it, I think it, I feel it. I shiver.Easy.We're sitting on the edge of the bed.He lifts his head, hardly. Looks at me, his eyes lost. I look at him. Those disarming eyes. Those watery eyes from the drug he's got in his body, even more lost, more disarming. He's seeking me. I can't stop looking at him. He begs me without speaking. He begs me
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