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A Curveball

Who’d have thought my eyes would see something this fine at a grocery store?

Those dimples, and that dick print so shy.

It was when you looked at me and wink did I imagine our future before us.

Making you breakfast after a night of sweaty and passionate love making; giving you a kiss with smeared lipstick — a taste that we both love.

Top down and cruising in an Alfa Romeo down the highway, my hand between your thighs, and playing a concerto with my lips on yours.

We could do this forever, can’t we?

But here we are: fuck life and its curveballs.

It was when she placed her lips on yours did it hit me that you were never meant to be mine.