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More than the interchange

How many times did you meet me late at night? I remember the first time as though it were the last time.

Those moments in your bedroom I will remember forever.

It felt great when I pushed myself into you. It felt great being inside. The motion of in and out was exciting.

I was inside you and I had these feelings of uncertainty. I wanted more than being inside of you. I wanted to spend time together relaxing. I wanted to be friends but you only called me when you wanted me to come over and push myself into you.

How often I’ve wanted more but it was not to be more. How many men have I spent a moment with and then it was over? What if I want more and what if I want someone that’s not older? Shall I ever find love and have it all together?

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