I first met him in Burlington. It was a long haul there, but I was told he was a “licker”—so enough said.
He was dark and handsome. He played hard to get, ignoring me and jesting with his comrades. We did the coquetry dance in the sandbox. And I took him back to my place.
His first move was shy and frisky. He showed me his cojones, with a trill.
I’ve made a giant mistake (again) I thought. He’ll go in the morning.
24 hours later, I relented.
Inspired by the Corpses’s latest writings on road trips. Image from the cover for the single Double Entendre, by Greg Spero.
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