You know when you miss someone or something? Well, I’ve been feeling like that for the past couple months. There isn’t much that I can do, digging up my long-forgotten and deeply buried poetic skills. So here is what I came up with, inspired by a lost little friend.

This is my ode

To a loved one I miss.

I met you in a dim room,

From your cloth shelter you came

And you shook my hand firmly.

 

The first time you did not last

But you persevered and conquered the second.

You showed me how hard and strong you are,

And reached deep inside of me.

Again, and again.

 

We had daily encounters,

How magical they were.

You knew what I wanted,

You knew how I wanted it,

And I loved you for it every time.

 

Your owner was a junior,

Thus you were nicknamed the third,

But among your peers, you still place first

I tried to replace you

But no one would do.

 

You always rose to the occasion

As it is your duty and your purpose.

Fatigue and intoxication be gone!

This little soldier is on a mission

To deliver pleasure and satisfaction

 

You were the first I enjoyed,

Enjoyed with my lips and tongue

You seemed friendly and inviting

So I got to know you face-to-face,

And connected head-to-head.

 

I miss you in passionate moments.

I miss you reaching deep inside me.

Your form and power were just perfect.

Oh beautiful and magical being,

You are the greatest phallus I ever knew.

Kia Kokalitcheva is the Sex on Tuesday blogger. Follower her on Twitter @imkialikethecar.

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