Solitary Contact Contact. Hands touch. Fingers tangle briefly. Pull apart. Shock. Emotion rushes in. More. Longer. Warm. Rush of desire. Chagrin. Only an accident. Doubt. He doesn't– He can't– Why him? So different. Confusion. Sorrow. Lonely. Later. Contact. Legs meet lightly. Warmth through jeans, his and mine. So good. Hot. Alive. Don't let it end. Heat spreads inwards. Lust. Does he know? Can he feel me? Corner. Slow slide into him. Ecstasy. He shifts. Despair. Tenuous touch lingers between our legs. Don't end. Please. Still later. Contact. Eyes meet. Look away. Silence. Does he notice? Contact. Eyes meet. Say something. Anything. Small talk. No. Flirt. Can't. Afraid scared terror doubting desperate guilty NO! Someone flirts with him. Jealous. Rage. Self-hatred. Betrayal. Possession. Mine he's mine. Myself despising. Contact. Over a bowling ball. How ridiculous. No, here, you take it. No don't smile. Heartsplinter. Hopeshatter. Reason fades. Solitary confinement with brief contact. By Title By Chronology By Category
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