The Pre-Game
Contaminating Intimacy
The moment of passion, bodies tangled in a loving constriction.
Squeezing, pulsing, throbbing in a tender embrace of vulnerable magnetism.
The fight from this morning forgotten.
The long day at work, a distant memory.
The only focus is his partner in the dance.
And like any great song, the music eventually crescendos and then ends.
Laying in the bed after this dance, there’s a somber tone, at least in his heart.
For all of all the vulnerability that was displayed through the rhythm of his body, there still were secrets he held close.
As his partner squeezes him in bliss and places her head on his chest, he stares up at the ceiling and asks “When am I going to tell her? How am I going to tell her? Am I going to tell her?”
His racing thoughts interrupted as she whispers, “I love you” with him responding in a quieter tone, “I love you too”.
In place of a flutter in his heart, is a shudder of shame.
For he knows, her heart will break once again.
For he danced with many partners hours before.
The Pre-Game partners of Porn.
