You're probably wondering who this letter is from. I want to tell you and I will one day, but now is not the right time.
What I can say, is that I really admire that you work for the city and how you clean all my parks. This is really hard for me to write this letter to you. I never really planned to write you; but one day while I was watching you leave Heritage Hills soccer fields, you didn't realize it but you ran over a small snail with your truck. After you left, I approached the dead snail and its spirit whispered to me that I should write you. So here I am…
God fucking damn your legs!!!
I'm sorry. I just get so excited thinking about you. I remember seeing you at Dunton baseball park. It was the first day of spring and you were wearing your shorts. At first, from a distance I thought they were briefs; but then once I got close enough, I noticed they were your shorts. So tight. I laughed to myself. It was like you tricked me. Oh Wayne. I could of reached out and touched you right there.
I almost did.
We have met before actually. I was dressed up in disguise as an old man at Red Brush Park. I had pretended to fall down so you would come rushing over to help. I was amazed at how your long, pale legs moved so quickly – The way they leaped and galloped. You were like a big fucking horse!
I bet you are hung like one too.
I will only admit this once, but we have met a second time. You had your big white legs wrapped around my neck when we fucked all night long – But that was just a dream….and maybe someday….I can say it actually happened?
I love you.