It’s been so long since I’ve heard a man say to me those three words painfully important to us, “I love you”. What does it even sound like? I’ve forgotten, and I’ve forgotten the smell of a man, that aroma I crave. It must have began in creation, God molding the first man so irresistible, women would forever crave him over a lifetime. But it’s mostly the perpetual yearning of those three words and even the fear of those words, that is my weakness. I’m either chasing or running, never still. I just want to hear it. Once a month, close to me, skin touching, breathing the words over my skin like goosebumps. I want to feel it.
I want to feel it.