Char Says Goodbye

I toss and turn in the small hours of the night, restless with the wanting of you. It has only been a week since I saw you and still I can not get enough of you. I wake up each day ready to begin anew, knowing that you are in my world. Finally I fall into sleep, and feel you in my arms.

Turning, I gather you to me and sigh in contentment. I sleepily kiss the side of you face and chin. As you draw me closer I feel the quickening of your breathing and the warmth of your body as you surround me with it. I drift on a cloud of euphoria as I feel your hands roam over my body, stopping to caress a breast or a shoulder. Feeling it as you hand skims across my face and pulls me to you to receive kisses.

I gather your face in my hands and play at you mouth with mine, enjoying the gentle touches that deepen with the passion we stir. Until finally they become the soul searing kisses that flash across my mind and plummets me into the fire.

As the fire consumes me, I feel your mouth as it travels down the beating pulse of my neck and across my breast to find that which you enjoy the most, a nipple that is hard and standing, waiting for you to suckle. Latching on to it you draw it into your mouth and suck to the point of pain. When I near that threshold you gentle your tugs, and lave away the hurt. Then move on to the other, giving it you fierce attention. Again and again you draw me to the edge with your ministrations but you do not allow me to go over.

Your mouth moves on me again and travels down my stomach leaving a trail of kisses in its wake. I feel you kiss the top of my mound and then run your tongue over it. I tremble and shudder; this above all is what I yearn for. To feel you love me with you tongue and lips. You take such infinite care as you graze my nether lips with kisses. Licking and sucking them so they vibrate to the throbbing of my heart.

As if breaking a peach apart you place your thumbs on each side of my lips and gentle pull them back to expose my inner fruit. Placing you tongue at the bottom of the slit you gather my nectar as you stroke up. At the top of my slit you find that which you would play with. Sucking on it and flicking it with your tongue, you can feel me as I begin to undulate to the rhythm of your touch.

Your tongue moves to probe me and I feel the invading warmth. Sighing, I cradle your head in my hands as you feast upon me. Loving your gluttony as you proclaim your satisfaction of the feast that I serve. Closer and closer you drive me to the precipice. As I dangle on the edge, you circle you tongue upon me and flick it quickly over my most sensitive part. I shudder, I scream as I fall over the edge to my small death.

I rouse myself and feel the tears that cover my face. Tears that have come unbidden to wash clean the hurt and ache that I feel when my body remembers what my head can not forget. You are gone. Your simple two-line note that tells me you have found someone and can no longer be with me confronts me as I look around for you. Lying there where I left it when I sought the solace a sleep.

I remember that no words were spoken and no promises made that would bind us and that each sought in the other something they could not name. I remember the joy of our brief encounters and the mutual satisfaction of the sharing of our bodies. And I remember the fun that you brought back into my life.

How could I wish you ill after all that you have given? I cannot. Instead I come to terms with the grief of losing you and turn my face to the new beginning that lies just outside my door.

I wish for you the best. I wish for you your heart’s delight. And pray that she treat your heart as gently as I would have.

Goodbye, my sweet man, I give you into the care of another and I begin anew.