WHEN THE BRUISES FADE
He said it was nothing.
No kissing.
No fucking.
Sucking.
But something...
His human punching bag got off on it.
His bruised canvas
painted his surroundings
with lust
and jizz.
And afterwards,
there was guilt,
and confessions,
and he likes me.
He likes me
and doesn't want to hurt me.
And when he fucked me
he wanted to cum inside me
but I needed it in my mouth.
Needed to swallow him down
and forgive him his violence.
And somewhere...
I don't even know where...
A boy touched the bruises
he'd left behind.
Written By Jason Wright
MAY 11, 2007
for Corey