Next?

The only thing I wanted was to play inspired fool,
Riding every ripple blinking through your open, round, blue pools
As they crash in salty triumph upon my unshorn chest.
At that moment we both wondered “how will I screw you next?”


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“Whenever we do anything, I miss what X would do.”
“I just watched our first-date movie and didn't even think of you.”
That old question sure has managed to grow in us, like a cancer.
I'd say that it's too bad, but I'm just glad I know the answer.