The shoe salesman handed me a receipt. A spark of static snapped between our hands.
“Sorry,” he said. “I’m electric today.” He smiled, his eyes rueful, a dimple marking his right cheek. I glanced from the dimple to his wide shoulders and broad chest. Then I smiled back, “I’m . . . “
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I often think about the different firsts we have had…. first time I saw you, first time you took my hand in yours, first kiss, the first time I stayed the night, the first time you explored the curves of my body…
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Electric Death
Did you ever stop to ask ‘is it only me.’ I mean if you want weird shit it’s on the web nowadays. Me I lay hands on naked men and they get their biggest boner and pop as they fry.
I don’t even get to enjoy it. I like women.