With you, every encounter was not meant to be intimate. You were harsh, and you violated me and made me sore. But in the end, as always, you left me clean, light, complete. It was this feeling that made me a masochist who kept on coming back to you for a quick dose of soggy sadism, and it was this feeling that made me learn to love you.
Over time, your cruelty had turned to tenderness. And in my nakedness, we had become truly intimate.
Many others came into my life, and they were different: gentler, softer, and prettier. But I spurned them all for it was you that I longed for. And every time I felt dirty, it was your rough complexion and the hardness that went with it that I lusted after.
Yes, I sure don’t know how to quit you. But I sure know I want to grow old with you.
That
much
I
promise
you,
my
precious…..

L U G O D !