Whenever You Come Around
I seem so articulate
In my poetry & prose
But when you come around
I stumble on my words
Walk in circles drunk on lust
Inarticulate I stutter
When you come around.
Boy did I get laid Columbus Ga
You drove slowly through the old town already dark evening in the fall of 1988. You flashed your lights. I followed to a secluded spot. I must have looked like a giant standing next to my little Datsun car so you could see me. You emerged from your muscle car. Petite dark & handsome. My type. Quite petite in command of such a big rig. We chatted. I was in the army. You were a local. Both young. I remember not being able to say things out loud. I wanted to but couldn't. Am I looking for company? A nod says yes. My eyes say I want you badly. Yes I will follow you to your apartment. I hold your arm for a second. Inside, still neither one of us can say out loud what we want. He's waiting for me to make the first move. Now I know I'm the top. Refreshments & small talk. We can't talk sex. We would never ask out loud... Are you gay? What do you like? I knew my role. Beer relaxed my inhibitions. I advanced on you. I kissed you. Hugged & touched & groped. Prolo
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