My Last and Lasting Lover
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Summary: I loved life so much, I just wanted to die.
Inspiration: This is how I felt, floating in the ocean on Sunday
Notes: I'm obviously not writing every day, so I'm going to stop pretending I am. I changed the name of my journal, and I'm going to stop counting my entries. I'm still writing as much as possible though!
The way the ocean touches me-it’s better than making love.
Floating in a constant climax, each roll of water under my back over my belly-an orgasm I almost reach.
Maybe the only release would be to swim all the way down and just let the ocean claim me.
But I just bit my lip and looked up at the sun, wanting to scream, as if screaming were the only way to let some of this joy out.
And maybe it was.
So I did.
This would be death at its finest and most ideal-the ocean your last and lasting lover, screaming with ecstasy and life, and then sinking to the floor, sleeping forever in its arms after the only orgasm you could ever ask for.
Summary: I loved life so much, I just wanted to die.
Inspiration: This is how I felt, floating in the ocean on Sunday
Notes: I'm obviously not writing every day, so I'm going to stop pretending I am. I changed the name of my journal, and I'm going to stop counting my entries. I'm still writing as much as possible though!
The way the ocean touches me-it’s better than making love.
Floating in a constant climax, each roll of water under my back over my belly-an orgasm I almost reach.
Maybe the only release would be to swim all the way down and just let the ocean claim me.
But I just bit my lip and looked up at the sun, wanting to scream, as if screaming were the only way to let some of this joy out.
And maybe it was.
So I did.
This would be death at its finest and most ideal-the ocean your last and lasting lover, screaming with ecstasy and life, and then sinking to the floor, sleeping forever in its arms after the only orgasm you could ever ask for.