Yes, you may have had him
or still have a part of him .
You may have felt his warmth
his lips on yours,
his dick in you.
He may have seen you naked,
or you him.
Or both.
Or you may have chatted online.
You may have inhaled the warm tones of his voice
or his heavy and sweet-ish skin smell.
He may have flirted with you
and you with him.
You may have exchanged intimacies
secrets and ideas and theories.
He may have fallen in love with you even.
Or you with him.
I don't blame you.
I have experienced all these with him
and much, much more.
Still do.
They are of no importance really
in the grand scheme of eternity.
Yet there is still a part of his
that is only for me, only mine.
Always have, always will,
since the first moment he got whiff of my existence.
A part that you, all of you women out there, cannot touch,
no matter how hard you try.
A part that that he has willingly given to me to keep.
And long after you'll be gone from his life
and forgotten from his thoughts
that part of his will still be mine
and I will still be with him.
You see, here is the difference:
his light may be in you
and you may even carry it with you for ever , if you wish.
But he doesn't carry your light in him.
He carries my light in him.
My light is glowing in him.
Worse yet,
whenever he gives you some of his light,
you receive some of my light too.
And you know it,
your cells know it,
your brain and heart bears witness to it
without you having to ask him
(though he'd still confirm it himself to your face if you asked him,
except he'd do it in his own way).
My light is glowing in him
And years going by will only serve
to make it shine even brighter..
