- Erotic Poetry
- Obligatory Hello
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He looks like Don Felder from the Eagles. 1978. Golden bronzed, blond. Sweeping mud from a truck shirtless and calling out for me in Texas twang. What? I sped past him. Obligatory hello. I keep remembering the skin, glazed in sweat and gleaming. The thick, solid thinness. Pants and belt riding his hips. I imagine my fingers through his hair. A fistful at the back of his head, close and tight on the scalp. Biting soft plump lips. My tongue dancing on his sharp chin and salty neck. A nibble at the ear after tucking hair strands safely behind it. He tossed back a water and made a crescent shape, bending his body. The smile and spiral eyes. Doesn't have picture ID.
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