Malcolm James Furst

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Archive for March, 2010

An Amazing First (last) Date

I saw her. 

We met 

and dined 

and laughed 

and drank a bit too much 

and went back to my place 

and listened to amazing music 

and she hit on me, 

so I kissed her back, 

and we rolled around, 

and the energy between us was incredible, 

but she didn’t feel it. 

She couldn’t feel it. 

It was there. 

She just. 

Couldn’t. 

Feel. 

It.

I am so sensitive.

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