He came and sat next to me.He bent and started licking my right breast while pressing the other. My mind was telling to push him away as this is very ...rong, my mind told me that he is 25 years older to you how can you let him do this. But my body was loving everything that was happening- the touch of Swamiji’s hands on my bare body and the unique feeling of being naked in such an open space.As he was sucking my nipples , I started moaning softly. Then he took the hand that was massaging my. Julie visited me on the thirty-first day of my confinement and her choice of nightwear was inspiring enough to make me stay awake all night filling in the void of her absentee boyfriend still overseas in an unexplained assignment that dragged on like it seemed forever.She brought a shopping bag filled with all the makings of a sit-down dinner from soup to nuts.It was my favorite of all time.She had a recipe for Lasagna passed down to her by her Mama that dazzled my taste-buds.“Julie, I. He was once just like you, an unhappy woman; a man trapped in thebody of a supermodel. He finally got the chance to be himself during thetrials of GeneBlue. He says that he understands your pain and misery; helooks forward to your impending rebirth.You have an almost pleasant month, despite your Aunt Flo popping by for apainful visit. You sell off all your stuff, most of it was justdistractions to try and blot out the pain and misery, so it's not neededanymore. You give your clothes away to. What is the most I miss about youIs the question I often ask my heartI get so many mixed answersI just don’t know where to startDeep down inside I know the truthI realize that we can never again be togetherBut there is this tiny speck of hopeWhich says, never say neverI miss you . We broke up bitterlyBut this poem is not about our spatI don’t love you anymoreBut this poem is not about thatI guess you are wonderingWhat is the fuss about this rhymeThe truth be told, I confessI have been missing.