marcus, brapp brapp

Citrus Heights CA

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i swiped, i screenshotted a dweeb in sneakers on a white (!) harley, to post for laughs on my instagram story. i roasted that goober on his air-cooled v-twin vibrator couch and then went back to hinge. that's where i saw you. marcus. perched like an angel atop your dual sport, black on black, head to toe. giving absolutely zero fucks. on snow. i melted. before i could open my heart, the app crashed, and you were gone. next up was jarod with a stupid combination of gym selfies and quips like "online dating suxxx". i cried a little. marcus, if you should hear a raven echoing your sweet brapp brapp in on the western sierra somewhere, know it was because of me. call me maybe. 🖤