3 Days Ago
Another year is coming quickly to an end. Another year to remember you....honor you....to ponder of another life lived with you. For a long time, my grief prevented me from fantasizing about you....your body, the wonderfully twisted and terrible things that I would do with you. To hear the cries of your anguish and lust. To see your flesh twitch and shiver at my touch. To hear the wet moans slip from your lips and you begged me for more. These last few nights, laying in bed, wrapped the darkness of the deep moonless nights, I stare into the void of darkness. I feel the urge well up in me, coming from the deeps of my soul that I thought that I had drowned in the sea of my tears. These last night, I imagine being with you. I dare to imagine what could have been. Rather than mourn you in sadness, I celebrate you in the hot lust that sparked the unexpected journey that found love....deep, beyond lust, so bound in care and worry. Lest I never forget the spark that made us....I hope to dream of us, wrapped in passionate, lustful embrace. My Sunishine