I’m on my second beer when he sits down beside me at the crowded bar.

At first, I don’t acknowledge him, because I’m way too busy staring at the picture of JewBoy87’s penis on my phone and wondering when my life came to this.

Firstly, who sexts pictures of their genitals at eight p.m. on a Friday night? Someone with no life, who has nothing better to do than come home from work, make dinner for himself, before stripping down and taking photos at various angles of his very erect, very pink penis. Or someone who just has a folder entitled ‘Dick Pix’ on their smartphone just for show-and-tell moments like this...

I feel the sun, and I think of your eyes. How they warm me to the bone in their desire. I touch the wind, and I think of your skin. How it unfolds in my hands like a weakness. I breathe in the air, and I think of your scent. How it intoxicates me, without safe return to my mind. I've become so lost inside you, I no longer seek the way out.