On the Mountain

by Riley Hart

“For someone who’s been alone for over ten years, you sure do know how to use your heart better than anyone I’ve ever known.”

“What if I don’t ever leave? If you don’t make me, I won’t.” “Yes, you will, little lamb. Everyone wants to leave.

“Yours,” I promised him, voice cracking. Always and forever I would belong to Crow. “That’s more than I ever thought I would have, little lamb.”

“I’ll find you,” he said. “You can’t hide from me, little lamb. I can smell you…smell how much you want me…the muskiness of your desire, the scent of sugar that always clings to your skin. I’m going to find you, and I’m going to fuck you.”

Sometimes it felt like the whole world was only created so the two of us could find each other, like we were the point of it all.

“There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you, Crow. I have nothing without you. I am nothing without you.”

“You are my sun too. My life was darkness until you gave me your light.”

“Look at me, little lamb. Look me in the eyes while you come on my cock and take what’s yours.”

“Where are you, little lamb? I can hear you breathing. You know I’m going to find you. I always find you.”