(for t)
I found you on 2nd street of Walkers Point,
between the backseat of my car and the dark alley of an empty parking lot,
where I come, again
without sex, without penis,
where you had me
bared myself without undressing myself,
all the time occupied by the memory of your touch
your voice
the way you hover over me,
moan baby into my ears
and your fingers dig deep,
as if you can reach my heart
from below.
Keep reaching, love.
The way to my heart is open.
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