Malaise

Alice used to wear her hair in braids -- long braids. She doesn't anymore. She isn't mine anymore either. Hasn't been in years. I miss her being mine. I miss being with a girl and the open fresh. Jay doesn't let me fuck him. Doesn't let me in him, hardly. Not my fingers in his mouth, nor anywhere else either. I miss flesh closed tight and wet around me. I miss having a penis, which I must have had sometimes 'cause otherwise how could I miss it?