Loss Of Pride

All I did
Was press me
Closer to himself
And hold on
To his thick long hair
Not ready deep down
To part.

All I remember
Is his breath against
Mine;
His pounding, screaming heart
Against mine.

All I did
Was press me
Closer to himself
And hold on
To his thick long hair
Not ready deep down
To part.

He did the same,
If not
More.
The bell rang.
And we parted
And
All we got was a hug and I heard people talking.
And
Him looking around and growing red.
And
Not
From
Pride.

We parted.

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