“We should have never met”, is repeated almost every day. Reciting the same line in the mirror and then watching my hands try to replicate your touch. They search all
over for an opening. The discoveries are always exhilarating. The excitement is gripping. You can feel its origin pulsing rhythmically the deeper you get. I remember you whispering in my ear how much you loved the sensation of her pulling you deeper. What a joy it is to give myself so freely to you and watch as every inch of you disappears.