I want to be touched again, with my skin on fire, longing in those “in between” moments.

Owning every feminine part of my being.

Feeling free in those moments of ecstasy. Me, all of me, wonderfully satisfied.

Desired.

Content, and tired. The spinning wheel in my brain, stopped FINALLY.

Touched by someone whose purpose is to satisfy me.

Wanting. Butterflies in my stomach, with every kiss.

The wonderful release.

I miss sex.