His last name was cervantes he was a dallas born mexican he came to my town with the riad crew they were building a new bridge on anderson loop he was cute in a little boyish way but he had strong hands the kind of hands that never saw an easy day in their life he talked spanglish and called me nena we would wait until dark and drive out to hills lake pop the tailgate of his old pickupp truck and just watch the stars he would bring beer for him an a cherry coke for me he liked to draw and he was really good i liked being next to hime as he talked about his daughter i felt safe i loved this man he wrote pretty words to describe my smile and he has a soft touch even though his hands were hardened by years of hard work he made love to me in the back of his truck our hot skin touching the cold medal it didnt matter i loved himBirth sign: Aries
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