when i pull away from our kiss and run my hands across his skin i trace them with my eyes i will watch and see the contrast between my small pale fingers and his tanned skin; ..........................then it will kick in they soon turn. old and hairy and wrinkled adorned with a gold wedding ring slipped on the third finger of the left hand some time ago, bound to a woman that waits for me to come home from my caring job at the childrens home and the moans turn to whimpers and you turn from twenty-five to five and i blink and i blink and i rub my eyes and still my hands are his and you are still that kid. ----------------------------------------------- i wrote this on the bus this morning. there is not a single word that has been changed. im just interested in comments, and tips on how to improve it. thanks. and perhaps a better title
