My Dearest

Dear S, I slept with another man.
I liked his hairy arm,
And his face full of beard.

Dear S, his kisses were passionate.
His lips painted mine,
And I couldn’t help but get wet.

Dear S, I can still feel his body;
Full of manly odour
And he tongue, rolling over me.

Dear S, I enjoyed every thrust
He pushed inside me
Like Adam did to Eve.

Dear S, tell me when did
You lusted over me
Like a thirsty bird like this?
Dear S, tell me when did
You tried to hold me,
Like a creeper holds a tree?

Oh dear S, I love you.
My heart still beats for you.
I still want to touch you.
But dear S, it’s you who
Never saw me the same way
I looked at you.

Dear S, I enjoyed his every breath
And moaning and bites
Which left marks on me.
Dear S, I slept with that man.
And I might do it again.
And I am not sorry.