***** people: us and them
Slippery, dark and warm, like *** lips, kissed on midnight beaches.

She weighed less than air.
Smells like wet blossom.
No kissing, only you can touch.

Hard dollars in my hard. Harder now.

Door closed. Back out, I don’t look at the others, they know of course.
I washed my skin and look at me in the mirror. Funny how old you can get.