Some Love

Dear Peacock,

Please allow me to let my heart out. I know I never did, but just this time around, before I die, I would.

I fondly called you "Peacock". I loved how you proudly wore your name, as if it were flambuoyant feathers in a boastful stride. Nope, Peacock meant simple and straight. Your cock was small, but I guess pea-size would be an exaggeration. Please do not go beyond by thinking how I managed comparisons.

Sex with you hasn't been electrifying enough to give me sparks or light a bulb. But still, it was beautiful. It always was as enchanting as glowing little fireflies in a mountain garden. Please forgive me for having to fake orgasm. I knew I always looked like I'm having so much fun. I had to, because I was very afraid that you would think you couldn't make me happy and you would leave me out of generosity.

My happiness meant so much more than enormous gonads raging to enter me. I never needed large cocks. I needed someone to share the bed with me, and keep my feet warm every cold midnight. I needed someone to hug me tight that I can feel my heart pound against the walls of my chest. I needed someone to hold my hands and fit them better than any pair of gloves would. I needed someone's glowing eyes to intently look at me that when I look at them deep enough, I can see myself. You are my every someone.

Perhaps my soul were always looking for that right person to come along. You always made my day. Now that my life is closing upon me, I guess it is only right to say that you made my lifetime.

Peacock, yes, I'll still use the name, thank you.

Love, Cornflakes and apples.

 

P.S. Every time you look at your petite gonad, please be reminded of me. I know you'll do that often. And please smile every time you do. :)

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Fiction please. ;P

Making love with a woman and sleeping with a woman are two separate passions, not merely different but opposite. Love does not make itself felt in the desire for copulation but in the desire for shared sleep.
-Milan Kundera, The Unbearable Lightness Of Being

I guess we all need someone. Sometimes, that someone finds us. Sometimes, that someone is to share our being lost.

 

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On a random blah blah: Someone implied to me that you would know you're sexually compatible with someone by either trying it out with that person, or by remaining celibate until marriage, that you would not have anyone else to compare it with. Otherwise, it's going to be complicated.

And oh geez, wiki calls peacocks peafowls now.