"He told me that he loved mewhile he was fucking me with his handaround my neck and I said it back..."

“

He told me that he loved me

while he was fucking me with his hand

around my neck and I said it back to him

with my mouth pressed inside of his.

So many people have different stories

about how the one they miss the most

first said that they loved them,

but ours isn’t as romantic

as most of the ones I hear about

at work or in class or even

listening to on a conversation

that I was never invited to

participate in.

The first time we kissed

we were in his bed and before

he could ask me what I wanted

for dinner I asked if he wanted

to fuck me.

I always tell my parents a different story.

I tell relatives and cousins

that we had our first kiss during a party

when I thought the whole world

was against me but his lips told me otherwise;

that he had always been on my side.

It’s sounds more romantic,

more sentimental, like a story that sounds

as if we were made for one another.

But his body is so much more

than an escape from this world

for a few moments of infinite pleasure,

and I swear to you that his comforting eyes

and welcoming touch were not the only thing

that drew me to him.

But for now I’m going to

keep this story raw

instead fluffing it up

with romance and warmth

and reminisce about the time

when his hands were around my neck

and he sighed forever

into the the opening of my thighs.

”

- “We fucked as a way of saying forever,” - Colleen Brown