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And I think he must be drunk, from the sweet way he.

Brother. I think about his XX all the time. It’s like a joke,

that we’ll start dreaming of men once we. My favorite

version is the one where we. We ate citrus on river rock

while others swam out. Stern lady cop found us out-of-

towners naked, our clothes scattered around pine root.

Dampened for days. But he. Inclination surges

through window screen—that wind, you’d think

                        we’d found ourselves in beach town.

If I had the chance, I’d go right to the root of  him.

Shouldn’t I out of anyone feel it with my main medium.

I think there’s something happy and right about us mating.

That night how you. Chest flying. Tonight my house creaks.

Somewhere swings open a gate we all know we all want.