I met you at night at the Circle K. You picked me up in your car. We met so many times over the years.

I had no covering. Bare. I’d slide my tip into your body feeling so many emotions as you enjoyed it.

These times were different. I was uncertain how I felt about everything.

Those times were wonderful but I was too nervous at times to complete.

I miss you but I am not good at communicating with you.

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