"I'm tired of living for other people." he said,
as he brushed his fingerprint vertically down her lip.
The sun drifted behind a cloud
The room began to darken
He recited his strong opinions.

She glanced at his receding hairline
The prematurity of his maturity enticed her.
Scattered thoughts
of the knowledge that his head possessed
clouded her judgement

His wrist up her tights
Her mouth was dry, they leant in
A bitter kiss filled with passionate regret
Looking into his eyes she pressed herself up from the table
and left.