Still Beating

by Jennifer Hartmann

It was only three weeks, but it’s burned into every cell, every vein, every tainted pocket of my soul. Forever. And so is she.

Two lost, wandering souls with nothing, and everything, in common.

My lips caress her ear, biting the lobe, and I whisper, “Did you miss my cock?”

You can’t tiptoe around your heart in fear of pissing people off or hurting their feelings. Sometimes we need to be a little selfish in order to avoid a life of complacency.”