Wednesday, September 30, 2009

on how to climb out your window.

fifty year old Macallen on the beach, under cloudless skies - mother sends out our driver Grigore to come and look for me.

drunken sex on the beach; nice and sloppy. trembling fingers searching for the goal, and three unsteady pair of eyes too young to know better. naked bodies under the moonlight; damp sand on my pale thighs. three hours left till Grigore finds my sore body.

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