My head rests on your chest, listening to the breath that is inhaled in and out. Mine just tightens as I close my eyes and dream that you loved me. Hours earlier, we are locked in sweat and moans. Your eyes meet mine as you lean forward and kiss me until I am yours. You know what you want. And I whimper in disbelief of the lack of more. "But don't you feel it too?" You look at me, "of course I feel something. But not enough to change what I want. And remember I don't fall." I close my eyes as I am swept in body heat and caresses. My heart beats with a hollow sound that my mind masks with a dream of your demise. You don't fall? Well, I hope you trip as you chase me when I leave. But for now, I continue to fall asleep to the rhythm of your breath and the fantasy of your affection.