The Ending

I started out by picturing that moment when I first saw you from behind those bookshelves. I wanted to evaporate into the air after getting a glimpse of you. You were real. With that dark hair and those lips. You know I love your shoulders and your grip. I wanted you .. all of you.. in that single moment but I was not sure if I was worth it.

I should have kissed those lips that haunt my memory. What lovely juicy lips you have! And the words they utter always go directly to the deepest part of my soul. I'm a fool to have let you go.

And I remember how manly you felt right next to me. Your curious yet fearful advances. How you held me tight for a second or two and how I can never forget how that feels.

I orgasm just thinking about your lips but then I explode into tears. Tears of helplessness. But there is a joy in weeping for you.

I'm made for you. So it's only fair I shed tears for you. Come do to me all those things you promised. Take me to the crescendo of that ecstasy you and I are capable of imagining and then even death would lose its significance forever.

I love you, you sweet villain because the real woman in me will never be made known to the rest of this world.

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