I am entering her body.

I am quite full of myself.

She doesn't hesitate to let me in.

She welcomes me.

She always does.

Every second we spend osculating,

constantly coupling in the summer heat,

I know she needs me.

I am her life.

She is my purpose.

A finite companionship in which

she gives me signals that

I eagerly await.

Enter. Fill her. Exit.

Leave her wanting more.

She loves me.

She will always want me.

If I slip away

even for a minute,

her world turns blue.

She cannot live without me.

And one day,

she won't.