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My home

Suddenly, I felt like I didn’t have a hoer This was the only place I fit

With him

He didn’t kick me out after ere done Because ere never done The entire night was fucking, hi that I cutHe offered nothing Yet that didn’t botheryou while you were completely naked and vulnerable, and they still had all of their clothes on

It wasn’t aard either The stark light of day had a way of chasing ahatever inti about him called to the darkness inside of me

So the light of day only brought es of muscle The dark hair on his chest The tattoo that covered his entire back It surprised me, the ink

I’d had hietherThat he was a part of a generation who thought that tattoos were meant for criminals and sailors

Every other part of his skin was devoid of ink Tanned, smooth, muscled Except his back Every inch was s that went shoulder to shoulder Flan A hint at who he was A clue to the depths of hielic surrounded by death

I didn’t ask him about that Parts of me were afraid to ask questions Not because I feared I wouldn’t like the answers, but because I would The feelings I had about this erous

So I let him take more of me Let him fuck my ass in the shower Let him empty himself inside of me, mark every inch of my insides I could barely dress loriously aching

I watched hi fluidly, confidently This was a man as confident, self-assured While I looked around the ornate bedroorounds on the outskirts of one of the poorest cities in the world, I wondered what he did for a living

So told me he wasn’t a banker Or a lawyer

The walk through the house—no, fucking itimately I may not have been overly worldly, but I knew that one did not accu laws Without possibly spilling blood

Still, I didn’t ask