what matters most
Years ago I lived in a climate
which was very hot.
My relief came by sneaking
over a fence and into the pool
at the school yard at night
after pool hours.
It cost a bit of change
to swim in the pool
during regular hours.
I remember sneaking in at night
with Diane and with Melissa.
Diane was hot for me.
She had a nice ass.
I’m not so sure what Diane saw in me.
We were just kids.
She never even saw my cock.
Melissa just wanted to swim.
“Ahh! This is great!” Melissa would say.
“Ahh !” She said it again and again.
I kept looking at Diane’s ass
as Melissa splashed around in the water.
Diane kept it just out of reach.
Now I am older
and I rarely even see my cock.
And again I live in a climate
which is very hot.
I cool myself by watering
my mint plants.
I planted mint because the ants
are supposed to hate mint
and then they will not bother a house
with mint planted around it.
Of course the ants love the mint
and climb all over it
and march into the house.
But I still water the plants.
This was starting out to be a letter
to the woman who gave me herpes.
But she didn’t give me herpes
even though she gave me oral sex
just before an outbreak on her mouth.
I have never seen any symptoms
and no news is good news.
This is a good news letter to you.
Whether you matter or not.
Somehow I hope you matter.
