he undresses her.

he stares at her shamelessly
let his eyes trail down places
only her mirror after showers got to see
and even then
it was in dim light.

he talks to her and he listens
and he cares about her dreams
her ambitions how her teddy
is purple how she loves the cold.

he calls her beautiful she forgot
the last time she heard those words
said to her and not whispered into the
ears of the girl in the seat next to her
or behind her or in front of her
always someone else.

she thinks she's in love addicted
to a drug that brings a smile to her eyes
a longing in her veins he numbs the pain
and she falls deeper into an addiction of compliments
traced with fingertips down her skin.

he finally has her in his hold
his tight hold no force can pry
the grip he has on her soul
their bodies are molded into one
his lips tastes hers devours hers
leaves her gasping for breath
screaming out his name in the darkness.

afterwards he wipes away their sweat
mutters goodbye into the pillow she 
withers in the bed moaning no instead
of yes afterwards on the bus ride home
he plans out his next conquest.

naked dripping water staring at her
reflection she wonders whether she will
ever be beautiful.