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Alien
...written on 2008-10-12, @ 1:45 p.m.
In the dark tonight you seem a foreign entity. The heaving breaths and laboured sighs seem desperately unfamiliar. Just as I feel vile, evil, weak, we roll. You hands feel large and crushing on my wrists, feminine to a fault.
And I writhe and moan and whisper beneath you and try not to think about how tonight we seem like strangers stumbling home. Tonight we don't feel like a frantic nine months, hell, we barely feel like a cab ride home.
And after, we lie there panting, sweaty, sated, and you tell me you love me as much as ever.
I wonder if you even know who you are talking to because I might be a little lost.