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The morning light
Filtering through my bedroom windows
His hair on my pillow
Like a halo
an angel in the flesh
Oh
But what a careless heart
Shoes scuff against ancaster stone
Cold fingers gripping colder drain pipes
Laughter echoes from the rooftops
Exhilaration
And adrenaline
The fear of getting caught
Completely forgotten
He looks at me
His face aglow
I want
To grab his hand
And drag him of to some secluded corridor
Instead i share his smile
Always wishing for more
We’re with friends
He throws his arm over my shoulder
A gesture that could be seen as
Brotherly
What he whispers in my ear
is not
I push him off with a laugh
Someone slips as we go up
And there is
A dean
With his his head out a window
My heart is in my mouth
The window closes
I hadn’t realised I was holding my breath
The lights of the room glitter
just like the glass of champagne
I've had too much of
We’re standing to close
He’s intoxicating
But we need to be
careful
There's a blush on his cheeks
that isn't from drink
A whispered confession
It makes my stomach
flip
His lips ghost over mine
Again
And i think to myself
Later when I’m alone
That i could
keep playing
these dangerous games
Just for him
My golden haired boy