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Those Moments

It’s a story but what if it was more than a story? Moments so similar that they are alike but the feeling was different with each guy I knew about.

My tip between his lips. The shaft went between the lines. A motion to it all as I sat back and recalled things from my memory and imagination.

These times I’m so open about yet almost never speak of we’re just moments from my life you may not know about.

It’s not being proud of those times or not. These moments occurred and now they’re part of my past.

I could lie and tell you I’ve never done what you think I’ve done but why begin lying now?

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