Anthony

We searched for each other in the dark, exploring the endless possibilities of our bodies.
It was passionate and primal. Raw and pure with love; a connection of two lost souls.

Time passed, Anthony held me in his arms.
I looked at his lips then at his brown eyes, he quickly turned away.
I smiled, post-sex cigarette held between my long fingers.
He rolled on his side and took something out of the pocket of his pants.
"Here you go babe. No one can know." He handed me a hundred dollar bill.
I wasn't sad or confused when he left without another word. I've always known how it felt.

To be lost. To be afraid.
I just hope that someday he won't have to pay me to keep my mouth shut because I won't tell.
I dressed myself, briefs first then pants, then a shirt that covered my muscular chest.