I will never tell you...

...how much I miss you; your smile, your hair running through my fingers, your taste, your lingering kisses, caressing and licking you, feeling the intense heat inside you and watching and listening to your climaxes.

The last time I was with you was the most mind-blowing experience I've had in 30 years, but I'll never tell you that. When we both had finished and our soaked bodies embraced ever so tightly, I never wanted to let you go, somehow, I knew, if I did, I'd never see nor hear from you again.

Now, I will chase that experience for the rest of my life, most likely never finding it and surly never exceeding it. I know you're gone, but my body still craves you and my mind loops thoughts of us. You were just a want and now you are such a need.

My emails go unanswered as I obsessively press send/receive, then glance at my Blackberry for a literal heartbeat. At this point I really doubt you were real in the first place, you could just as well have been a mind game, okay, yes, I am trying to quell what looks to be an endless pursuit of trying to find someone, anyone even similar to you. I know it won't happen, my life will never be the same and you will never know.