Movie Star

A long time ago I arrived at the train station and you pulled up as the sun was beginning to go down. But it was still bright enough that you wore sunglasses. You looked like a movie star. You made me a little nervous — because of how beautiful you looked. I got in the car, a little nervous because you looked so beautiful. You took control that week, and I just smiled as you pointed out your favorite places. When I got in the car it smelled like you. But I put that out of my mind to save it for when we got home and went to your bed. And I hugged you tightly. I remember that.

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