Friday, April 23, 2010

4.23: lies i have told

sure i knew what i was doing.

parked off this country road near the creek i fished in once,
his truck was still on.
wipers going steadily,
radio on low.

i made a few moans
because thats what you do.
i nurtured the heavy breathing and foggy windows and
the idea that i was naked waist up.

he kept asking. and asking. and his hands were so busy.

finally, i told him i had never
felt anything like it

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