as simple as this

He was a very handsome boy
He had kind of blonde hair
And his hands were dry but
Delicate
With long fingers
And lots of veins
He would laugh and answer
But he would mostly watch me
And be tender
And I didn’t get the chance
To watch the bedroom
Cause it was dark
And we could only hear breathing
Whistling
And our bodies temperature
Covered up the bed
And we spent all day in bed
And we didn’t felt hungry
And he laughed at everything
I suppose he could cry too
At 8.p.m. I get up
dress
and leave.