Requiem for a queer

Tuesday, April 12, 2005

Wish

"He looked at me from head to toe running his hand across the length of my back and told me he thought I was incredibly hot.
He looked me in the eyes and told me that I have no idea what I mean to him or how much he cares for me.
He told me everything I would let him tell me about his life, all his secrets, all his feelings and we have had lots of sex.
We spent the weekend together. I picked him up Saturday afternoon and took him home Sunday night."


One day I'll write it for real. At the moment it's just a fantasy.