Thoughts of you come when pleasing myself late at night hesitate now because I remember how you made me feel touching my skin and kissing my back and holding hard every bit of me. I wonder why why why confused why do I regret the most the loss of who I thought you were then remember the kind caresses you gave to me sitting on the sofa watching and feeling secure with you wrapped around me in the bed. I always wanted to feel so safe and secure with calm surrounding me. It’s why I loved you and him and them. Laying alone now wondering if I want anyone else’s care again, my own enough because theirs disappears in the end.
