A mere sex worker I am.
Who am I to hold emotional attachment with any of my customers?
But memories from last night, I cannot forget in a hurry.
How your gifted fingers navigated the rivers of my ecstacy like a skilled captain, as I danced melodiously to our own music.
You were fierce.
We danced for hours as I screamed at intervals between rounds of sex beats.
You made prayers to my soul like a devout, and pounced on my carnal body like a pagan.
Every second spent, with you it was different. I kept longing for a taste of your candy.
If only I could but receive to cure my insanity. Please cum again, I miss you.