He was a honest man with a dark secret. "I can make you feel again under this blanket." No he did not caress me, though he kept his word. The start of a purge began with his lips. Everytime he bent for a kiss, It burnt holes in my loneliness. His hands took away my sins. Leaving bruising skin, This I can not defend. It didn't hurt or sting his clentch fist like a hug in the air made me feel for a second then disappeared. He fell asleep whispering words things I had never heard "You are beautiful and I love you." Rang through my ears.