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I
Am a bit unsure why this hit me like it did but this is raw honesty. I mean every to her as truth, maybe she is real….



Lover of mine,
I am sure you exist
Out there, somewhere
To call me to bliss

But at the moment
You are of no help
As a matter of fact you hurt me now
I’m so fucking alone.

Strove for years
Solitude is what I sought
Now I have had it for years
And I am tired of it

Invisible woman
You have no need to worry about your body
I just need a feminine entity who gives a fuck
Oh, I have friends who do.
But I need contact.

The virgin in me
It wishes to meet you. Invisible woman
I long ago got over the primal need to fuck, I just need you.

I crave your flesh more than a millienia starved vampire.
I crave your face, your lips, your tongue.

I want to kiss your hand
I want to tell you how precious you are, my invisible angel.

I could bathe in your beauty and surely get burned to a tan
Your eyes are big, I will surely drown
But I care not.
If the beauty between your thighs carried poisoned, I would still inhale your sacred juices.

I wish to admire you breast, they be small or big
To tickle, to tease, to play with… to stroke
I want your back in my total reach. I want to find every crevice on your holy being

Invisible woman, come to me.
Come to my bed and straddle me. Take me in completely; hold me the way love crazed fools know.

Invisible woman, I am alone
My body literally aches with your absence and I fight very real tears

Invisible woman, if for some reason you’d be shamed, forget that. Can’t you understand the holiness of such a request?

Invisible woman, make love to me. Don’t get me wrong, if you’re here a fuck sounds good indeed.

But
I
Need
Contact

You just don’t understand.

I’m not trying to be mellowdramatic, I just know one thing I need now, sometime soon. Probably a one night stand, but it will make me fully human, the thing I’ve always wanted to become.

I know not how many years I have, and not to be rude, but I don’t care at all what lame assurances that you may die in a wreck.

Don’t people ever think that telling a man who is destined to die early that they could die any moment never, ever, ever soothes? It is lame.

Invisible woman, if you see me, come. If only for a night or two or a week. Or even my life, you’re special and I’ve saved my very last gift for you. Please come take it.

I beg.

-lynn....
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