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self-contained

  having his dick inside me wouldn’t make me important to him. sometimes loving him feels like loving a pile of air. why do I need to matter to him anyway?  i could crown myself the beautiful, valuable  Treasure friend. I’m imagining the ceremony, marrying myself  in the courtyard, the yellow sundress I’d wear.  

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truck

what I wish he’d say   I’ll hop in my truck and drive to you, straight thru, without sleeping. when I get to your house, I’ll take a shower.  then you can look at my naked body, hold me for as long as you want, get comfortable with how I feel against you, how I smell and move,

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