Cool Cool Cool Cool Rider

Michelle, did you know that you, singing in your trim-fitting black jeans, made me first question pronouns?   I wondered how much of a hard bargain “he” was, in your mind.   I wondered: if I showed up the epitome of your desires with one less body part and a softer smile, skin, voice, would you have jumped on the back of my bike?   I yearned to be that […]

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