I miss him. I've been thinking about him all day, parsing through kink content. We might end up doing D/s. We've certainly been talking about it. I've been flowing and flowing in this new idea. I've been flowing and flowing in the feeling of him around me, even if I'm unsure of what that feeling is. It's not actually that beautiful -- or is it? Putting it to words makes it want to sound beautiful, smooth, inherent, raspy. But all I've done and remembered is something I can't return.
What if I've forgotten how to write well?
