Dear Lover

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Dear Lover,

How I do miss you.

I miss the way

You would suckle

At my breast

Like a hungry infant.

Instead of taking sustenance,

You were giving me

Pleasure.

Oh, Lover,

How I miss

The way you would

Make my kitty purr

With each lick of

Your, oh so, skilled tongue,

Making me buck

Like a wild stallion

Having to be broken

Before being ridden.

Lover,

I miss your length

And thickness,

How it would fill me

Completely, entirely.

And your roll,

Like waves against a beach,

A slow in and out,

In and out,

In and…..

Out.

Lover,

I miss that moment

When my legs are wrapped

Around your hips

And every muscle in our bodies

Are taut and liquid.

An eight limbed creature

Caught in a moment

Of total, complete

Ecstasy.

My Lover,

I miss our nights

Of unrepentant debauchery,

But I don’t miss

The heartache,

The confusion,

The unwanted pain

Caused by my wanting

You to be more than

A Lover.

So I will revel

In the memories

Of kisses that left me

Breathless,

Left me craving more,

Wanting more,

Needing more.

I will replace my desire

For you with the desire

To find a man

Who is willing to be

More than a Lover,

A man who will want

To be my Man.

Yours truly,

Me.