Self serving

You were right: during the turbulence I hoped for a crash. But instead, I walk out into the sticky, oppressive air and go on my way. Just like always. 

If you climb high enough up the mountain, you can taste the sun.

I’m stuck in heat and desert and all I want is to fuck. And yes, it is too much to ask. And I don’t believe in pool sex. I’m just traditional like that. 

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