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NO ONE TO WASH MY BACK
I’m adjusting to it.
No one to wash my back.
No one to turn me around and touch my brown glistening supple breasts as the cocoa butter moisturizing body wash flows down them.
No one to tap and play with my round firm buttocks while the water splashes against them.
No one to bend me over, my hands gripping the tub as my body yearns in ecstasy.
No one’s name to scream as the passionate fire ignites again and again.
I wish you were still here, but for now. I am slowly adjusting to no one to wash my back.
