I found your strap-on harness.
I’m not sure what to do with it.
For a half second I got horny
looking at it,
thinking about how you looked handy
and manly wearing it across your
womanly curves.
You always wear your carpentry toolbelt
with such pride.
Then quickly I got sad and melancholy,
remembering how the last time
you used it on me
I started crying cuz I didn’t feel you were
f**king me with any interest…
then you started crying cuz you felt
critiqued.
I thought about dropping it off on your
front porch,
but I’m not traveling down your street anymore.
Plus, I concluded it would do neither
one of us any good to drop it off at your place.
I can’t keep it cuz not many women
will want to wear a strap-on
that another woman used on me.
I guess there’s maybe some out there
who would,
but I came to the conclusion to throw it
in the trash.
Tag: kink
I’m taller than her.
She knows how to hold me
in a womanly way.
She’s held a tall woman before.
She’s an athlete.
I think that helps her with
confidence and cool calmness.
She’s stronger than my last
girlfriend and my last girlfriend
was pretty strong.
I really like strong women.
Swoon. It’s my achilles.
I love feeling weak in my
babe’s arms.
I can have a Kyeurmic love
in myself
that leads me to be joyous,
giving,
charitable,
easy & patient,
exuberant,
realistic,
authentic,
forgiving,
accepting,
and
gentle
with myself.
So that I can be all this
with the many lovers and friends
I love
and respect their liberty to be
who they are with themselves
with this world
and with other lovers and friends as well.
Life is one soul with many colors.
I can live in color.
The Kyeurmic love is made for lovers.
Jhoon teethokwa dawn tathoo’way!
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