I'm HEATher

Miguel Gil
Heather's skin was
like well used leather
like melted butter in the summer heat
like the cold blood pumping thru my veins.

Unlike Heather I
could not keep up with her constant whining
could not keep up with her materialistic needs
could not keep up with her necessitous ego.

How I miss your leather skin.

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