he would come into my room at night,
unannounced, whenever he pleased,
peeling his clothes off and scattering
them in my room. with ease,
as if this was routine.
into the dark, he'd stumbled around
until he could feel the edge of my bed.
then jumping in and kicking about
kissing my neck,
and running his hands under my shirt,
as if out of habit.
he would lick my ears and then whisper into them:
"i don't want to fuck tonight,
i want to make love"


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