Monday, June 11, 2012

In bed, in churches, hurriedly in bathroom stalls, on the grass, in cars, in my house, in your hotel room, the men.... hurriedly, at seven a.m. in the morning. you tasted like butter in my mouth, but i can't even remember your name. you came on a football weekend in the afternoon, so thick and rich. what a surprise Bradley, you are funniest, most wonderful lover in the world. Keep sipping that drink. Krastic, on a Good Friday years ago, you came fantastically, and showed me things i never expected.

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