Lust Sake
By craig2
It was a constant struggle to know her quick, like the knowing of a tree. Detached, aloof, erotically conspiring in our naked-now exile- no stop signs, melodrama or other folks. She moved west. I missed her, but passed it off as trite. Now she only writes or calls those friends so real, yet far more flighty and sex for sex like unknown dollars, she’s easily denied. Written January 18th, 2002 © on Jan 19 2002 05:09 PM PST 0 • 8
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"It was a constant struggle..."