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By R. Stonecloud Date: 2001 Nov 24 Comment on this Work [[2001.11.24.16.35.24374]] |
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Reading your postcards leaves a hollowed, empty feeling inside. You've only been gone 2 weeks, yet it feels like an eternity since I've had the yummy pleasure of indulging in you. It's at least 103 degrees outside, and even lying here in the nude the sheets have soaked through with sweat. I remember the night before you left, when together we soaked these sheets.....afterwards you told me that the only thing that kept you from going over the edge for so long was concentrating on the intricate patterns of the sheets while thinking about your grandmother's homemade chicken dumpling soup. I laughed and told you how crazy you were, and how crazy I was for you. You buried your face in my neck and said the scent of my skin, of sex and plumeria soap, drove you wild. We made love three more times before you slipped silently out the door while I slept. A loud crash startles me out of my daydream--Wil E. Coyote has just thrown a huge, neon Pepsi sign on top of the Roadrunner on TV. I didn't remember the Roadrunner ever endorsing products when I was a kid, but when the large-chested blonde peels out of the Coyote costume, I realize it's only a (very) tacky Pepsi commercial. When will that damn telephone ring?? |