SiRiDom
By birksy
Hot August day, sounds of summer swims in on a heat haze, quite drunk on laughter and youth, we stagger from one ride to the next, some more innocently than others. Then, at some stage, none of us can remember when, the challenge for superior man is made, and catlike moves come hence. Oh, how stupid and young I was, though she was a pretty girl, and back then such things mattered, I would not have been so male today. Backs were turned, I reached across the gap, plucked my quest from off the shelf, never run so fast, someone up high was on my side. Then we rested upon the grass, unaware that it would be years before I would receive my reward via kisses. Even after all that time, it was worth the risk.SiRiDom was the name she called the toy that was stolen. Written January 11th, 2002 © on Jan 11 2002 12:54 AM PST, Simon Birks 0 • 10
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