After I left, you stayed looking at the photographs I left as a memento. The records of that night we had crazy sex and I stole your shirt. But I never deceived you, I always told you I need freedom, I need to live many experiences, and despite loving you, only poetry enchants me. I know that when I surrendered, I felt your hands, your breath, you smelled me and heard my moans, I felt all wet. You believed I would stay, because words are carried away by the wind, chemistry isn't, and I always orgasmed with you. But your "assumption" wasn't wrong. I love you and I love your penis too. Goodbye. #fetish