Black Gate
August 15th, 2011 § Leave a Comment
Push
The doors are open. Gated, yet open.
No need for a wing wide swing, a six inch squeeze. Tight fit: hips pushing snug against cold steel, stretched, crotch shrunk like crawling under chain link fence as a kid. Dust lifting. Shouts hurrying. This time standing up straight for all to see. Quiet, a silent voice encouraging–Come on! Come On! This time getting in for excitement, fun and a little more, something else.
This time for pride.
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