Driving and flipping through radio stations again, I come across Border Crossings on VOA and a dedication goes out to young Kwani from Africa whose best friend in school passed away last week and he has been feeling in low spirits. This song, the Dance by Garth Brooks, was dedicated to Kwani in memory of his best friend.

Meeting you for the last time. And it has been a long time since I last saw you too. It doesn’t matter. I don’t need protocol. I don’t need any buildup talk. No fuss. Just give me what I need from you. What I give so willingly.

When we meet, we are like two parts that have long been misplaced and finally find each other. Our bodies fuse into one; my mouth melts into yours, and I eat, drink, hungrily, thirstily, satisfying a long, long fast from you.

We understand each other’s need. Shameless. Raw. Unaffected.

And what I like, how in tune you are to me, how we communicate through the vibrations in our fingertips, our eyes, and the insanity of this selfish, consuming desire.

Urgent. Forgetting modesty, shedding self-consciousness, stripping myself bare for you.

When I finally feel you, connect to you, at all points, I vow never to let go, never to forsake you, never to forget you.

And even though you have spent your energy, spewed your lust relentlessly, you continue trying to please me. You pour your life into me and I am invigorated, awakened, senses both sharpened and intoxicated by the smell of your skin, your cum, and your cologne. And our maniacal lust.

The kind of smell I recognize when I see lovers passing by.

I unwrap the pink foil from the heart-shaped chocolate. And we kiss, chocolate fusing our mouths, champagne seeping onto our tongues, and the sugary, molten chocolate churns into bitter heartburn. But I do what I have wanted to do since I bought them. Eat them off of your body.

The last time. My passion burning . And yours flagged. It depresses you. Your body fails you despite the kisses, the cuddles, and the attention. Your apologies. So inadequate today, I hear you say, over and over again. You desire to please overwhelms me. As always.

You watch me dress. As always. Bit by bit. Admiration in your eyes. Playfulness in mine. Stay longer. But I know you don’t have the strength today.

And it is my last time. With you.

We were an odd couple

you and I

we helped each other

get on by

but now your needs

are satisfied

it’s time we both said goodbye

(Why can’t we be like Batbota and Nammour?)

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