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The woman. The daydream

I'll be 12 months abstinent on August 4th. It was a choice of mine.
Throughout the past year I've had various levels of fantasy ranging
from fantastic and vivid dreams to flighty and simple little desires.
Most recently the fantasies have focused on the senses. Each one
tantrically. I look back incredulously at how I took those for
granted. I long for those simple things. A handful of sweaty hair
smelling sweet of fruit or flowers, each individual hair grinding
together as its pull taut in ecstasy. The warmth on my lips from the
first kiss on her neck. Feeling each goose bump ripple as my
fingerprints run down them. How the nipple hardens as my tongue
caresses around slowly and gently. The first taste of copper and flesh
after kissing from her knee to her lips and how each hair beckons to
my entry. Her unmistakable quiver and soft moan in my ear as it
begins. It makes me shiver with delight.