Sexual Freedom

You gave me my flag back.

My intimacy was scarred. From years of unrealistic expectations.

Mine, and those of other people.

We were only together a short time, but you made me push my own limits.

You were the first person to convince me that I am beautiful.

Society can be a bitch of a mistress. That's too big, that's too small. Too light, too dark.

You showed me how the body tells a story.

Round parts. Smooth parts. Hard parts and soft. Scars, tattoos, stretch marks, everything.

Everyones' story was a novel to you.

I had a hard time, but you never flinched.

You gave me the gift of freedom. And comfort.

I learned from you that it was ok to say 'Fuck' in the heat of passion if something felt good.

Fuck; it felt great.

Thank you for showing me how it feels to love someone enough to be able to 'make love' or, just have a 'good time'

My insecurities still shine through at times, but I'm able to get past them because of you.

There's a trust in intimacy that many will never know, and now I have it forever.

Thank you for releasing me from the chains of my past, I will forever be thankful.