Surrogate Lover.

I canceled my plans and I kissed him instead.

Hard.

Soft.

Biting.

Melting.

Buckling knees.

I gave in and I gave out,

To the unbridled fury,

Thoroughly enjoying the heat we shared.

As two became one

In a hot messy tongue-twisted affair.

Sweaty palms.

Unforgiving lips.

Gyrating hips.

Tangled hair.

Untempered bodies.

Two forces pressed up against a wall,

With wild, saddled backs.

I let it happen.

Not because he had that power over me,

But because,

I imagined he was …

YOU.

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