After schooling (Rusty went to a different college), we spent years living in different cities. But when I turned twenty-eight, I was transferred by my company to Cincinnati one summer, which is where Rusty lived. I got his number from information, and was at his place in no time.
For Old Times Sake
Our Beginning
Somewhere around midnight the wind had turned into a cool Santa Ana and I suggested we take the bottle outside to take advantage of the night air. It was windy and glorious outside, a beautiful night with clear skies and bright magical stars that made me feel as if something special was happening. I felt tingling sensations on every part of my body where the wind brushed against me and I said out loud how great it would be to be naked right then with the warm winds flowing over our bodies.
Its You
I don't. You wave your hand across my vacant face. "Hey! Wake up! Are you sure you're ok?". I blink and you clutch my arm, gently pulling me down to sit beside you. "You are gone, well and truly", you say, "Hell, how much did you do last night?". Again I stumble for words, "No more...Not...I mean, just the same as usual. Not that much, anyway.". Still you hold my arm, firmly yet gently. Your red heat against my warmth. I swear I will collapse and die here tonight, my heart exhausted. You are right. I have lost it, beyond all hope of return, intoxicated by you, by your touch, your mere prescence here enough to drive me insane.
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