Kurkery

It’s strange knowing you were a buffer, one of those “end all” inducers. Sexually liberating and getting a bluesy eye for it. How I’d look at you and want to rip your clothes off that sand body, and you’d tug on my tuff and moan. God damn. I was naive to the selfishness that persisted in all of it. And I’m jealous because, cat, I ain’t found nobody as raging as you, but…that’s the thing. My Susu said, “It was lust at first sight,” talking about the man who beat her. Sexual foundation, that ain’t shit, and I’m a pig, God should cut me up real good, hang me by the ankles to squeal. Oyasumi, Lili