Too Hard, Too Fast

Casey Moir

Slashing Edge Writing

3/29/06

If it was up to me,

he would never have

said that fateful word:

beautiful.

It was laced with lust,

and that was what made

it so hard to deny his

wandering hands.

And even as my tearing

eyes watched him

backing away from my

stories of fear,

I wanted to scream:

you're beautiful.