Author: Oindri_I

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.

Lying naked,
Gasping heavily,
They were holding each other.

There was no love.
There were two bodies only.
There was just the temperature.

But she found peace,
She was happy.
And he leaned on to kiss her.