I thrive on desire, my life has been poorer without it, withered.

Now I find, there is a man who fantasizes about me, desires my body.  My unlikely lover who has held me at bay for months and years.

He has found me once again. Kept a book to insure he would see me again. Did not return it last night, borrowed another book before leaving.

He does tenderness like no other. Curls me into his out stretched arm and pulls me in after body loving, pleasuring. Sex is important to him, as it is to me.

We fit, hand in glove.