A Fond Farewell

I write to you even thou I know you won't get this:

 I am enamored with you in a toxic way. I desire your love drug between my consciousness and my present exploiting possibilities that have to do with my waning libido.

 May it never come to times where we can be truly honest and say to one another, " I like you enough to fuck on weekend and may take vacations, annually, however . . . I do not desire your oppression. While masturbating to that begining part of summer, you where dining out so often I almost forgot you wanted complete control of this tiny wonder. Funny how really good dick will make you lose your proverbial mind not to mention the dirty talk that raises orgasms to super novas was the justification to continue to ravage ever moment allowed. Is it any wonder we mesh like so much chocolate and hazelnut?  Bound to be delicious and bad for you too. The mere thought of tasting your flesh again pricks my clit into a rage she could never lower to a dull 6 or cool 4 because her passion burns infinite oblivion.

If we two weren't so determined to push the envelope would we even stop to lick it? Surely we would be good for a short stint yet the ruin was made on the pudding thrown against the wall. And still, my treasured place yearns for your knowledge all over her audible delights igniting the fire deep within, smoldering, if not simmering, into a passion yet quenched. As toxic as it sounds to be wrapped up in our carnal pleasures . . .it was a summer well spent and a time not repeated.

Take care.