Oct 5, 2018
Your the only person I've ever made love to. Every day is just another day without you. I can hardly remember your face. But with all that psychic energy your just a thought away. I don't remember your taste, or even the sound of your voice. I just remember the general feeling of what it was like to make tantric love. I hardly think of you. But sometimes, deep in the ridges of my muscle memory, I can recall the peacefull wholeness that is the memory of being deeply connected to you at some point in time. Even if it was only a few times, I am starting to think that our few times is closer than most people get in their life times. This moment sitting alone in my car will pass. This mood will pass. These thoughts will pass. As did you and I.
