Ricky....

The first time we made love was also the last. Oh we'd had sex quite a few times over the eleven years we'd known one another. Lots of times it was just you getting off because your "partner" was frigid, or perhaps more correctly, zoned out on whatever drug he could get his hands on. Sometimes, I'd come just to make things look more like the stories said they should. That last time was different.....I was inside you and talking dirty and you lifted your head and tenderly kissed me.......I still continued talking "dirty", but you had changed the equation and I wanted-needed to focus on giving you pleasure........and I did....and you DID. We both knew I was moving out of state and that we might never see one another again. We never did....even four years later when I'd moved back to Baltimore.......and then some thug put three bullets in your head. Even today, nine years later......I would give my last possession to taste that kiss once....or a thousand times......again.