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Lives Touch Lives
He typed “Congratulations” in the comments under a photo of me standing next to my daughter in her cap and gown.
I imagine his eyes were drawn to my smile, remembering how I once smiled with pride in our love.
He may still think of how, in dim light, I’d place kisses carefully along the length of his shaft. My lips remember his smooth skin stretched taut with lust.
Isn’t it odd how lives touch lives?
I imagine his eyes were drawn to my smile, remembering how I once smiled with pride in our love.
He may still think of how, in dim light, I’d place kisses carefully along the length of his shaft. My lips remember his smooth skin stretched taut with lust.
Isn’t it odd how lives touch lives?
Published 19th May 2022
| Edited 21st May 2022
Author's Note
When one of my early lovers commented on one of my Facebook posts, I had these thoughts.
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20th May 2022 00:13am
20th May 2022 6:06am
Or perhaps he might have been thinking of your daughter 'She could have been mine' had you gone on together.
22nd May 2022 10:19am
26th Aug 2022 1:14am
Your style of writing about the subject of sexuality is so affectionate and refreshing.
14th Sep 2022 2:42am
