Christina - Sex Stories

Christina

I know you'll never wake me with gentle kisses, folding me in your arms again.. Your pillow-creased face whispering in my ear, your auburn hair falling over me.. You'll never fret over me again like I was a broken bird, We'll never watch Malena Morgan together again, swooning... Stealing little caresses... Snug as only lovers can be.. As I watch for the green light to blink on my phone to reassure me Like a warm hand over mine, that you are next to me I know we'll never shower together, roller derby together, hold hands and laugh In some shithole redneck bar, I know... You, glowing like a ruby in my soul, I'd swim the English Channel drunk on whiskey for you, I'd drown in other words... For the sweetness of knowing you are of this Earth Somewhere, Your heart full of golden sap, Is enough. And I know in that heart that's learning to forget me even now, There still exists one small piece of what cherished me, Made me feel like I was exactly who and where and what I needed to be, Let me have that piece, please.. You'll never miss it As you date your sleek chic girls I'll feed it tidbits from my breakfast I'll press my cheek to it to make sure its warm, I'll take it on my porch so we can listen to the rain together, I'll listen to its little secrets and tell it mine, I'll sing to it, And if even it grows tired of me I'll let it go, And as its wings bear it like a vanishing dot into the sun, I will cry sweetly and say thank you...