Lost

“The confusion of what to do, what pleases you. How you respond to my stimuli. It’s awkward and uncalled for, but to stop now would be even worse. We’ve already begun and there’s no turning back. Even my body imitates my uncertainty but still moves by the rhythm of my pulse and your breath and refuses to let go. I grasp your fingers and our palms exchange traces and I realize they’re the same. Our friendship was forever damaged as we fell victims for Eros’ chains.”