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“…Dearest Jerry, he’s not like you at all; young, fresh and exhilaratingly vibrant. His fingers aren’t that supple, nor are they capable of making my skin burn with electricity any time he touches me in those places like yours do. His kisses don’t infuse me with wild fire, and his tongue doesn’t liberate the tornado of my inner whore. His attempts at romantic conversation are clumsy at best, and his eyes don’t make my heart flutter. Every time we get intimate More...
The dance floor is well within sight of where I’m seated, and I watch as bodies move in various styles and directions to the music the DJ is throwing down from his corner. Colorful strobe lights sporadically illuminate sweaty faces in random flashes, briefly giving them grotesque appearances, but I have seen enough over the course of the evening to be convinced it will be him.
The target, dressed in a red silk shirt with huge black buttons in the shape of hearts, black baggy jeans and black More...
As the seconds tick,
So does my heart beat.
Every second of every minute and every hour….
Many thoughts will come,
And a few of those will eventually find their way,
To being shared in this domain.
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