There are days when the flesh and mind are weak and thoughts of times past, comfort sought and found in unholy arms, play on rapid repeat in every tissue of your body. I miss being in love; having sex; having great sex; seduction; unwinding to slow sensual jams; exhaling.
I pray that the Lord will kill my flesh and break my desire (until he sends that good husband my way). I hope for better cause with God there is always better…..my logical mind believes this, knows this to be true, trusts that it will be done…..my infirmed flesh however, longs to be caressed…
If only I could shut my conscience down for a weekend (preferably my upcoming birthday weekend which I would love to spend in a hotel without any cares in the world), and in that time benefit from the best love making of my life, where intimacy runs rampant, juices flow from just a touch and satisfaction is unquestionable. Not sure if I mean this, but very sure that I am frustrated beyond the breaking point.
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