Dusting Off My Shoulder...
It seems that when we hit the ground, we can either stay there or pick ourselves up and keep moving. Having stayed on the ground a few times, I elected this time to pick myself up, dust myself off, and limp on down the road.
And along the way, a curious thing happened. I found someone who also had hit the ground and was trying to get on down the road. I knew her from before, because one time, when I was sleeping and it was cold, she gave me a blanket that was warm and comfortable. Her kindness was never far from my mind.
She dragged me into her bed, and with sultry music playing in the dark, and surrounded by a black lace shade, I found out that I still had my passion. It was down deep, because I had to hide it for fear of letting anyone sense the brooding desperation of a man whose life had been so thoroughly derailed by the actions of others I had kept close.
But even past all that, she managed to bring it back up to the surface, and I can honestly say, that it was some of the best sex I can remember having in my life. I have always prided myself on being at least moderately capable in bed, but she managed to teach me a few things about love-making that even I didn't know.
More than that, however, she just gave to me the confidence that I'm not a complete loser, that I can be desirable to at least one other woman out there, and that even with age I have not lost my lust or libido.
Ours is a casual relationship for now, and while I am not unopposed in the least to something more settled or permanent between us, I don't think I'm worried about it anymore. For the first time in two years, I am not worried about much of anything anymore.
Thank you, K. I will not forget your acts of kindness. And I won't let them go to waste. It is high time I started putting my life back in order, and finding a new direction to go in.
And along the way, a curious thing happened. I found someone who also had hit the ground and was trying to get on down the road. I knew her from before, because one time, when I was sleeping and it was cold, she gave me a blanket that was warm and comfortable. Her kindness was never far from my mind.
She dragged me into her bed, and with sultry music playing in the dark, and surrounded by a black lace shade, I found out that I still had my passion. It was down deep, because I had to hide it for fear of letting anyone sense the brooding desperation of a man whose life had been so thoroughly derailed by the actions of others I had kept close.
But even past all that, she managed to bring it back up to the surface, and I can honestly say, that it was some of the best sex I can remember having in my life. I have always prided myself on being at least moderately capable in bed, but she managed to teach me a few things about love-making that even I didn't know.
More than that, however, she just gave to me the confidence that I'm not a complete loser, that I can be desirable to at least one other woman out there, and that even with age I have not lost my lust or libido.
Ours is a casual relationship for now, and while I am not unopposed in the least to something more settled or permanent between us, I don't think I'm worried about it anymore. For the first time in two years, I am not worried about much of anything anymore.
Thank you, K. I will not forget your acts of kindness. And I won't let them go to waste. It is high time I started putting my life back in order, and finding a new direction to go in.