another story

from such close she smelled of something different, although magnetic and strong. he could sense her silent smile from the way her dimples were forming. with his chest brushing her shoulder blades much too regularly he couldn't decide if he should hold her waist or be akimbo. such was the dilemma of the pillion ride.


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i ain't paying too much attention on my 55's these days although doing much more hard work. i am probably feeling the heat of self assumed competition.

i have to come up with something that makes me proud.