I’m married now, to someone else, I’ll never tell you that I think about you often. I think about our sex. It was amazing. I craved you constantly. You were an animal in bed. Never again will I know love making like yours. I wish I could tell my husband how to be more like you. He’s so neglectful of my sexual needs, and you fulfilled my every desire. Remember how we would stay up into the morning hours using eachother? I know you were always so tired at work the next day. But I loved your hands on my hips when you pushed yourself inside me. I ached for the next time you’d touch me. In the shower, on the floor, in the car, on the counter, in front of the mirror, and in your bed. That bed. It was always soaked in our sweat. We had to do laundry almost every night. smh.
I vowed to another man, and I will always be faithful and loyal to him. But in my dreams I replay all of our nights together.