I simply…and irrevocably love you. I exude your scent, mingled with my natural secretions, and perspiration -- your essence permeates my very being. I keep part of you tucked away, in the deepest recesses of my body. I grip you tightly, and refuse to let go of you…as a reminder. I need to feel you all over me, daily -- sometimes twice. We have a long history together, you and I.
I loved how you soothingly caressed me, from my forehead, to the tips my toes, even in between those too. I particularly loved it when you teased my nipples erect with butterfly strokes…sometimes a little rougher. I loved to share my secret garden with you. You did not need to coax my legs open; I eagerly open those for you -- wantonly. You seemed aloof at times, elusive and fickle...slipping just out of my reach occassionally; that drove me crazy sometimes. Although your teasing has culminated several times in shuddering and even multiple orgasms, I felt so guilty afterwards. I felt guilty for using you for my selfish pleasure, while I did not reciprocate. Please forgive me.
You know me so well, more than anyone else. You were my confessor; a session with you left me feeling absolved of my sins -- redeemed, and uplifted. Together we advanced through the filth of Downtown Los Angeles, the pollution we encounter daily, the psychological and environmental debris. I want to thank you for all the times you have protected me, shielded me from cutting remarks, as well as everlasting scars those leave behind. Though I will not forget you, and I will substitute you for another perhaps, do know it is you I long to have inside and all over me.
You are gone now...and I need to find a replacement for you.
So, does anyone have like a spare bar of soap?
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