It was under a clear Carolina blue sky. The air was crisp and her nipples were a soft pink and erect. We were on a blanket in her back yard. It was so great to watch her ride me with her red hair and pale, delicate skin lit from behind by the sun.
I still close my eyes and see it. I can still smell and taste her. The feel of her smooth skin beneath my hand. So in love was I, but not her. She was a bird I knew I would have to let fly away. We had nothing of a real relationship. That made us so free that everything else just melted away, except that tenuous bond between us.
I have not felt that alive in so many years. Will I ever again?
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