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The first time a man felt my insides the sun was burning my cheek in a car parked by the water. His mother's car – cramped and silver, the backseat packed with medical folders. Her "Gynecologist" ID stared neutrally back at me. I committed her name to memory and decided to forget it the next day. A pair of blue, wooden sandals brushed against mine in the front. They had stupidly gigantic flowers on them. A Starbucks coffee cup with only a few sips left was beside me, lukewarm. I remember these things because I looked everywhere but at him while it happened. I had on grey underwear with a tiny pink bow on the front. Seeing a hand slide under t

You have no idea how delicious you are. Creamy skin and cocoa eyes. You're a double stuffed Oreo And my mouth waters. A boy's voice in a man's body So innocent and soft and sexy. I wish you'd say "fuck" or something like that just to make me happy. Your peppery stubble Reminds me that you're A man. A man who Wears dark glasses To look old. Unattainable. I can't have you. Not yet. Glasses and collared shirts- Always pastels. So why would you do all that and then wear Etnies on your feet? A boy again. It gives me hope. You love Tom Waits And NPR and Ernest Hemingway. Literature's your big thing of cou