kidChink

It came to me as some foggy memory. I remembered when her hand slipped in mine. The way her tight and curved lips played with mine. The warmth of her forehead when it rested on mine. The sweetness of her breath while it mingled with mine. I remembered the kisses she planted on my neck. Her fragrance while she sat by my side. Funny how my mind remembered all those things that never really happened. From the philosophers desk, close some doors not because of pride, incapacity or arrogance, but simply because they no longer lead somewhere. Boys have crushes, men have girlfriends. I am so sure it said something about legends, but my memory lapse game is so strong, where legends > men > boys. That meme sent me into a frenzy of soul searching. Have I grown to become a fine young man, or have I stayed in that state of stunted growth and remained to be that young boy I was fifteen years ago. Yes, fifteen years ago I had my first crush. I have had several others, but I'm guess...

"Hey! Its Shirlene. Remember me?" A month or two had gone by since last I spoke to, let alone seeing her. Not that we got to know each other that much. I doubt I even left the place with her contact. Yeah! Such a disappointment to the wild life. Hyenas in particular. "I doubt I do. Mind treating my lapse in memory?" I was not going to make it so obvious. Of course I remembered who Shirlene was. Who wouldn't! That huge bottom in particular. The last thing on my eyes. What I saw when she bid me goodbye. She had the curves that could take another woman's man. Well, I ain't gay. The swing in her hips, like a ship at sea. A day or two after I last set my eyes on her, all I wanted was to see all her curves. More than just her smile. Where it all got narrow and where it widened out. Fantasies! "Haha! Sure thing." Just a few minutes into the conversation and her words were spilling out with no filter. We exchanged emojis like it was our last day. ...