Here I am, back again.

Still lying in those same positions I laid in last week.
Still stroking her hair.
Still trying to move along.

I'm convinced she's never coming back.

Not the same girl, but now it's all the same.

They're still surprised when I stay until the next morning and hold onto them.

"Why haven't you left?"

"I wanted to be here when you woke up."

Sometimes they get scared. They wanted the night before to be time of their life and wake up to it being a dream. According to them, their innocence is saved from sleeping with guy they've known for an hour.

Sometimes they smile and hold me tighter. For the exact opposite reason.

They wanted it to be real.

Did it matter we were naked under covers like we've done it a million times before?
Probably not.

At least, not to me.

"If you want, you can stay like this a while."

It's that sentence that makes me happy inside.

There are the wild ones though. The ones that want it again in the morning.
Yeah, I'm a guy. I'll go again.

There's something about seeing strips of sunlight all over her body that makes me want to grasp her and never let go.

Her hair bounces up and down in rhythm to her sighs and gasps.

"Stop."

She stops bouncing on my cock.

"What? Did I do something wrong? Did I hurt you? I hurt you didn't I?"

or

"Alright," then she goes down on me.

No no no.

"Just, sit there."

So she sits on me.

So we sit on her bed.

We sit there for an hour kissing and holding each other.

This is bliss.

If only they'd agree.