ginacherry

It is not that I have forgotten all your words, maybe,-perhaps your faces- but they will come to me once again when I click on the link to your pink little name- How those links taunt me.....and truly I feel so horrid for not taking the time to thank you, to show you love, to compliment your new set, to stop by and read about your cat, dog, new girlfriend, the crappy dates that you have been on and to just generally get my fill of your lovely self- you see, it gets so hard sometimes and these days have been so incredibly filled with nonsense really- the meetings with advisors, the grading of papers and planning lessons for young minds that will help them critically think about Plato's Republic and the parallels of the MATRIX- how is one person suppose to do all that?- As of late, I have been getting up, going to school, working at school, coming home and working some more- How I wish I had time to contemplate and indulge in the memories of the warm hands, the shy eyes and the imagined positions of a long awaited need......look at me, I smile at you like there is something secret that I want to share and I am eager to part with it......I really am...I was thinking that just the other day.how I want to have sex with a virgin....someone minty fresh and new...some pathetic attempt at immortality you say....I really don't give a fuck if you think it is wrong......what 18 year old would refuse to be schooled by me?....I suppose there are some that would not appreciate the gesture....I promise to be slow...to be gentle...to not ask anything too demanding and you would be safe....to do what you would like....hold your hand for a while and we could talk about the countless things that chaps your age gab about......HALO, The MATRIX, all the things that you wonder about when it comes to sex...such a mystery you think and it all becomes so complicated as you go.....but alas complications are the last thing on your mind and this is not a one way street......the absence of something great haunts me...can't you detect that by looking at my slight crooked smile...I think I know all the answers.I would gladly trade the answer key to Derrida, Foucault, Nietzsche, Freud, all that shit for the lore of the absence of that which I was robbed.....don't pity me, there is no beauty in things desired, only in things begun.....so I sit with you on this warm night and I hold your hand.....your skin is so soft and I like that you are nervous and I like that your want is written all over your face.it is not likely I will see that ever again..I pause and I know this gift will last but only long enough to say our awkward goodbyes.no need for explanation.no need for apologies..it was enough to be the center of attention, to be at the center of your thighs, kneeling down, caressing, licking, nibbling, your head tilted back.and the moans..how I appreciate the moans..and when I am doneI press your mouth to mine and your warm and soft lips share with me the familiar flavor of life, lust, the salty endless treat that will someday make love-..I promise to visit you more often, I promise to click that pink link to your namefor now, I need some sleep. PEACE