Skeleton Boy

As your hand runs down my back; you squeeze my backside with roaming, rough hands. I enjoy it - almost too much. It has to be the alcohol getting to my head. When you playfully nip at my neck, I shiver. It's too much.

I need to get away. You're not good for me. I'll be another one of your victims. I need to get away. So I push you aside, my strength nothing in comparison to yours. I see a hint of amusement and frown.