My fingers smell of you - the smell of your pussy gushing over me. Both hands. I think my hair smells of you. God! Probably my eyes smell of you. Was there any part of me that was not trying to touch you and be inside you?
I am forcing myself to sleep with while visions of you distract me from the peace of slumber. Visions you have sent to make a cruel reminder that I will be living without you for another month. Visions of you on the bed, against the wall, crawling up my body, crumbling on the floor, walking away... When you walk away your hips sway differently than when you come to me. You are more self-conscious and they move differently - they move to say, "We might not come back!"
By now you are in another world. You are probably in the kitchen with your husband. You have a glass of wine in your hand. He is talking. Your music is playing, the music you like to listen to when you reach the soaring peaks of our fall to hell... He is talking and you are smiling. You probably unconsciously touch your center with your hand.
Is it still wet? Does is still drip and ooze me out, slowly loosing my life out? Is it dripping on the counter where you are sitting with your legs high up on the chair in front of you? Will there be a small creamy trail when you get up? The white surrender of my life left to be wiped on the dark granite countertop.
Is that all that's left of me? Are you still sore? Are your lips still red and swollen from the day and night of my large impatience trying to enter inside you. I tried to soothe them with my lips. My lips dipped in ice and fired with jealousy will roam your labia and dart inside you. They will patiently create a beautiful silhouette ...
Then my cock will come and destroy it. Smash it. Tear it. Hit it, Open it. I wanted to be so deep inside you that I can feel your heartbeat. That I can see my cock move in your stomach like a baby. I wanted to be so deep that your eyes turn white and your face stretches in pain. I wanted to be so deep that you bite my shoulder in your pain and draw blood. My shoulder is burning.
