His cold belt buckle grazes my belly,
his breath spills across my mouth.
It’s fierce. It's filthy.
But when he moans,
I hear Andrew groan.
When he grinds his hips,
I feel Andrew’s breath.
When Romeo growls,
“You’re mine tonight,”
I hear Andrew pleading,
“I want you so fuckin’ bad it hurts.”
Romeo’s touching me,
but Andrew’s under my skin.
Both of them here.
At the same time.
My mouth kissed by one
while my memory’s kissed by the other.
It's sick. I feel sick.
But what else am I supposed to do?
These hearts of ours aren’t mainstream.
I kiss Romeo harder to burn Andrew off
piece
by
piece.
Romeo’s warm palm slides up my stomach,
cups my tit,
squeezes.
The other drifts down and around,
takes a fist of my ass,
pulling me in as he grinds hard?—
