A reader shares a secret:
Lather, Rinse, Repeat -Tuesday evening, 8/26/08.
I keep thinking we will exhaust each other, time after time, until we are used up. Wasted. Spent.
Only, that time never comes after all this time together. We just keep getting more obsessed with each other. And there's the weaving of tenderness and thoughtful moments throughout our experiences...the token gift, the stroking of hair, the back scratch, the rare and beautiful rainbow we shared at sunrise...the discussion of friends, family, what have you. We have years of history...of pleasure, pain, challenging complications....that only seem to magnify over time.
One more kiss, one more fuck, one more day with him. I have learned to cherish and not forget, for it may all end tomorrow. I am not foolish enough to believe that it can't or won't someday.
Only, that time never comes after all this time together. We just keep getting more obsessed with each other. And there's the weaving of tenderness and thoughtful moments throughout our experiences...the token gift, the stroking of hair, the back scratch, the rare and beautiful rainbow we shared at sunrise...the discussion of friends, family, what have you. We have years of history...of pleasure, pain, challenging complications....that only seem to magnify over time.
One more kiss, one more fuck, one more day with him. I have learned to cherish and not forget, for it may all end tomorrow. I am not foolish enough to believe that it can't or won't someday.
As for the rest of my life?
Lather, rinse, repeat.
