come-back

I come back after such a long time and no comments, no comments at all. I am forgotten, or not read, or never written. What matters now is this. The memory of the skirt inside my vagina, this ex irish boy, ex boy, not ex irish, that came in my dream last night, caressed my fringe, no, not the fringe, and asked whether he did anything wrong, the big fat swollen penis I had in the container full of human fluids and the way it became bigger and bigger the more I fucked and the feeling of not trusting anyone. Even the person next to which you have slept dreaming night after night.

I am here now, with my big fat penis, a skirt in my vagina and no trust at all. What am I supposed to do next?