Fandom: Queer as Folk US
Title: (W)hole
Notes: Originally posted 18th March, 2006. I’m drunk, or slowly getting there anyway 
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(W)hole
The skin on his back gleams with sweat,
droplets that taste of salt,
and him. Droplets that I put there.
Thrust, push and pull,
the name of the game baby
is sex.
Fucking.
Hot, wet and sticky.
Just the way I like it.
My hand glides smoothly, over muscles bending to my will,
pushing closer, taking me deeper.
Fisting my hand in the blonde tresses,
pull him up, fuck him deeper,
where he can feel me,
where he owns me.
This feeling I always come back to,
the sense of home I never asked for,
that he barged in and pushed around and made for himself.
Under my skin, is where he is.
Is where I don’t want him.
But my dick don’t give a shit what I want,
it craves him,
his tight little ass.
His mouth, his face,
those goddamn soft lips.
Other parts of me wants him as well,
to fill up that empty hole,
live that dead heart.
But I don’t listen to that part.
It’s only fucking,
I don’t do boyfriends remember?
But my body (and mind) doesn’t care,
it wants him.
It has him.
I have him.
And I like it.
I just never say it out loud.
He knows,
even though I never tell.
Words he can never have.
But my body gives speeches that seem enough,
for now.
I dig in deeper,
he crawls closer,
and somehow in this bed of mine,
I’m whole.
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