You had an exceptional knack for seduction. In your web I wove my own wicked evenings and you, weaving, ever-weaving; I loved for you one moment. One immaculate instance when I saw your goodness beneath wretched cinderblock engine grease malice. In the flash of your camera lens. In the basement with a cigarette and the gasoline dream.
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"I lost track of our first kiss. And in mornings on the corner with coffee and strained eye. In the evening at a bar. On the road. At the park. In my bed. One sour evening at your apartment. Once in a dress. Twice in your car and two times on the sidewalk. In some anonymous living room and again in the stair well. Then in the morning. You had an exceptional knack for seduction. In your web I wove my own wicked evenings and you, weaving, ever-weaving; I loved for you one moment. "
edit, that was my favorite part.
I've stumbled upon your blog by mere chance and I'm glad I did so. You write beautifully.
That was beautiful.
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