precipitation
hit the pub with dirt last night for a bite to eat and some draft. back at the condo we listened to some home-grown punk cassettes and mixed some skyy and pink lemon aide. just as i was giving in to my inability to keep my hands and tongue off of him a powerful storm hit. it was thrilling. i grasped his hand and lead him onto the balcony where we tumbled and pounded until we were sweating like a pair of georgia pack mules. the storm raged on and so did we. the old army cot collapsed underneath us but we didn’t miss a single thrust. i enjoyed sipping my Guatemalan dark roast this morning and gazing out onto the wreckage of the balcony. the fierce storm left things crisp and clean feeling and our fervor has left me with that delicious, haunting tenderness that allows for reflection with each step…
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