I can feel you. All over me. Feeling you running your fingertips over my stomach to pull me close. I can feel my skin kneading across the surface. I can feel your hips rubbing against my back. I know you can hear my cry but you keep going, covering my mouth. Your fingers smelled like grease. My tears meeting your greasy sweat creating this slime go down your arm. I do not know what is worse, the pressure you are using to push your boney body into me or the blue cold wall in your bedroom. How did we get here? What if someone walks in?