He grabbed me by the shirt and I tumble onto the silk quilt on his bed.
... and he was already down there, unzipping me with his...
*****
I can't really recall the whole act but just how sweaty we were, hot in action. It seemed like a daze.
And rather quickly, I was buttoning up.
He asked, "Stay. Stay the night with me."
I turned away and answered, "I can't. I need to get back to work."
"Please stay", and he grabbed me around the waist.
"Sorry. I really need to go. I will call you." I said, but something deep down tells me what I meant was totally different.
As I walked out of his street, I looked up at the Singapore skyline at night.
The moon was hiding behind a bunch of cotton candy clouds. All its impurities veiled away.
Hmm, sounds a lot like me. I am the golden boy in the eyes of the world. But deep down, I am far from what I portray. That is why I never really open up to anybody.
Lest they see the scar he left in me.
*****
I am having the time of my life. Things are all in place.
And I never told any of them I meant anything serious.
So I don't fucking care.
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