| My black leather motorcycle jacket has surely become a part of Me. After all, it saved My life in that freezing Kaufman County jail, plus it carries tokens of My travels, the badge from the cap of My trucker father, and the gift of a child who was nearly My own. That’s why I like to pose and pin My lovers in it, dwarfing their naked bodies within the heavy, dark hide, their supple, pale flesh possessed by its weighted hold, because as I enter into them so dressed, it’s like they are inside Me as well. |
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