That night, and later day, felt like the first time, it has
been so long, me playing the virgin part with you like that Jewish girl at
college had, the throb of it pounding inside me with the need to pound you, don
deep, like a gold prospector convinced if I went deep enough, hard enough and
long enough I might find wealth, though you had more control over it all, so
far from virginity you knew all the angles, what makes someone squirm and
though you refrained from screaming (you told me you did when you came), you
are now just a bit of history, a dull ache I still feel with no other way to
relieve it than in the quiet twilight, alone
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