I marvel at the blonde tresses, the silkiness, the perfection. I love that you leave your soiled panties on the floor for me. XXX I love when you sit at your vanity. I would plunge my nose, my tongue as deep as I could into the nether of you. For I know, my only real satisfaction comes from your contentment and my only reason for existence, your happiness. I would gladly suffocate enjoying your flesh with my last breath. My moment of exaltation. And yet you are able to ignore me completely as though I don’t exist, as you read your book, watch TV, talk to lovers on the phone.
