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"Phil"
It was a simple conversation, and all I did was call your name. I expected mine back but it wasn't quite the same.
And now I came to wonder, if my name was really here. If it was my pussy he was doing or did he think it as my rear.
And now He called me "PHiL", with a cheerful conversation at that. I never thought in the world that it should happen like that. I thought more of something, like doing that but in bed. You know, screaming someone else's name before I cut his head.
But no. hHe did it willingly, and told me it was the first in mind. He called me PHiL cheerishly, as if I wasn't the feminine kind.
And now I sit frustrated, with fishsticks as the depression food. Wondering if he knows how I feel and if he back quite good. But I don't really want to find out, because he'll just think of some other man. Some other Alex or Phillip or David, or maybe an Ardavian.
So I refuse to take this solemly , but just say it how it is. Boy you gay as a merry folk, and you can't get enough of the queers.
