February 3, 2020
I want you. I want your skin. I want your soiled breath and sweet saliva in my mouth. I want to swallow you. I want to lick liquids off your everywhere. I still feel this urgent driving lust after so long; nearly fifty years, and still the sex, sweat and sweetness of it, the madness of it; itís still there. Jesus. Help me. Do it to me. Bury me in it, suffocate me with it, let me lose myself in the love of you. That body, that flesh, your wet mouth and the hunger, the need, the relief, the salvation.