Fact
Fact:
His lips were soft
They tasted like nothing
Fact:
His hands were big
They left no impression on my skin
Fact:
He held me close
And I thought about Spanish homework
Fact:
His eyes are beautiful
And I did not stare deeply
Fact:
His voice was soft
And I was blank
Fact:
I have wanted someone
To look at me
For so long
That when he did
When he stared at my face
And cupped my cheek
And stroked my hair
I felt nervous
I felt aroused
But in my heart
Where I wanted to feel it-
Fact:
I can’t even let myself have this moment uncomplicated
And I feel nothing.
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