I miss your scent.

First, an apology: I definitely should have read this sooner.

I don’t know why this didn’t show up in my notifications, especially seeing as I’m meant to get an email for each mention of my name. Harrumph-grumble-grumble.

Now, onto the important stuff.

Wow! Wow! Wow, TeriJo! I love the rhythm of this—the back and forth of action and reaction, your hands on me, your mouth on me, my mouth on you, my hands on you—its balance of giving and receiving and the selfish pleasure of giving pleasure to someone you really want.

It’s a good thing I didn’t read this in public.

Thank you, poet.

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