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Marked In Steam

... circle, a lock around you, to help steady your balance and mine. I burst inside you seconds later with one last thrust. I can feel your hands squeezing mine as I combust and fill you with my hot seed, almost all of my senses obliterated. A stillness washes over us, ragged breaths calming together. You turn and kiss me again. So slow and sweet, the way you always kiss afterwards. It's as if we've expelled a fury from within us; pushed some nameless darkness back in the tides of our climax. Part of me almost hesitates, but I still kiss you back and hold you tight. I know we have to go soon. That I have to let you go again. There's nothing to say right now and maybe that's for the best. We can just enjoy the calm aftermath together for a few more minutes before we part. I'll think about everything else between us later. How sometimes you'll need more from me than the inklings of a friendship. Need us to be more than the secret encounters we initiate. I wonder if that's all there really is between people, these connections that never seem to last. Instinct and reaction. Consequence and ...

... devastation. Messages and signals none of us have the codex to properly translate. I wonder if it's all grunts and moans and wants. The obliterating flash of ecstasy at the end. The cold after we pull away. The ache to start it all again. To take and be taken. Prey and predator. To entirely occupy and be occupied by another. I wonder what you really want from me, how long we can keep churning in this cycle. I know the ground you and I walk is very fragile and could split beneath us at any time. I don't know where gravity will steer me if that time comes. I don't know what I do to get through the pain without you, the pain of not being close to you while we pretend (as we kind of do now) that we're virtually strangers. We share our own unstable universe at times, one of beauty and feverish pleasures that could collapse unto itself. I suppose that's why our encounters are almost desperate rushes at one another. It's why you always reach out when you sense me in your proximity. It's why I mark you when I can, inside and out. Because, if it might not last, we still want to be all the other knows.