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Apr 2017
Long lost *** mate
A little after wed.
Now just roommates
Alone asleep in bed.

Your touch once magical:
A hand on my thigh:
For Sammy — electrical
He rose, I blushed, I sighed.

Now, no sensuality
Expectations: none.
Ghost limb sexuality
Feeling: only numb.
James Floss
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James Floss  60/M/Freshwater, CA
(60/M/Freshwater, CA)   
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