The Calm After The Storm pt2

I made a discovery, last night.
From the moment your lips
Caressed my neck
And your nails
scratched the paint
off of the walls
I saw
The way you looked at me.
I saw you.
Through your hazel eyes
and black mascara
You embraced the fear of
This being but a memory you think of
When you are at home alone in bed.
Yet you still gave yourself to me,
And more,
Offering a place to lay my head
Over your heart
A bath
And pulled pork.
You dug your nails into my skin
So that I would forever
Remember
The girl with the flower
tattooed over
her shoulder.
Whose heart beated out her chest
And reached around my neck
To pull me in closer
So the cold would not
Sneak into my dreams.
I saw you.
Through the windows of your soul
And I saw yours
peaking through that
Small black whole
In the middle of your eyes
But my
Windows are much darker,
Much darker than yours.
I wonder
if you wondered
If I felt the same insecurities
You felt rolling under me
and over me
Inside the sweat drenched sheets
Behind closed doors.
Did you think
That I thought
That you were a whore?
I hope not.
I don't think thoughts
I let the heart want
And I watched you wanting me.
Not just my body.
But my heart embodied
Wrapping your legs around me
Tightly
It felt like you'd never let go.
I hope you know,
That I didn't want you too.
That I was just as scared.
I flexed my stomach
So when you rubbed it
You felt a man,
Not a child's
Childish fears.
I saw you.
Looking deep into my eyes
As your legs thighs
Began to tremble.
You looked directly at me
As you fell
You,
Let me see you when you climaxed.
You never looked away.
The next day
Your heart still gripping my neck
I awake
With my head upon your chest
And there you were,
Watching me.
Seeing me through my actions,
Had I left
Had I have planned this,
I would not awake next you,
With the cold far from my dreams.