Baby
Baby, you cannot imagine how much I love you. Yep, I can feel testosterone floating around, niggling and needling the back end of my brain. The boathouse was the hot spot where we blew six hundred dollars in naked serendipity. We giggled as your legs closed behind my neck;
I read Bukowski by lamplight… Damn it! I swear your eyes turned to pure violet, in those couple of sighs, as our lips gave a quiver. No need to close eyes. The fantasies of love were a hot topic to be enjoyed, a tingle of the skin— the raising of follicles.
I miss you baby, I miss your lopsided smile and crazy blond curly ringlets that fell and rolled back and forward on a full swell of ecstasy. God! That was forty years ago!
I love ya baby. Whatever, happened to us!
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