I was inspired to write this through my yearning for intimacy. it describes how lonely I feel sometimes after pleasuring myself and how my experience will never compare to what is to come.
Yes! Yes! Ahhh!…
But it’s not the same.
It will never be close to what it will be with you my dear, my love.
You’re not here.
Your name isn’t even here for me to call out.
You’re not here to tell me how great I did.
You’re not here to calm me down from such a high ecstasy.
You’re not here to massage my aches and cramps from the intense build-up.
You’re not here to bring me to happy tears and then kiss them away.
You’re not here to laugh about how sore we are the next day.
You’re not here for me to kiss and embrace.
You’re not here for me to express any of this to you.
You’re not here for me to kiss every part of you, purposely avoiding your sweet spot.
I would work you up and have you moaning before going down and sucking you dry like it’s oxygen.
You’re not here to fill me up and tell me how great it feels to be deep inside of me.
I want you so bad. Not even just the climax anymore. Just you.
I want to feel every part of you entangled with me.
The moments of pure bliss.
Just to hold you and lie there together,
So open and vulnerable,
Yet so comfortable and content like I could do this forever.
I want it to last so long.
I can’t get enough of you, and I haven’t even met you yet.
You’re not here yet.
But one day you will be,
And these things will happen.
I know it.
I ache for it.
I have faith for it.
I can’t wait for our intimacy.
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