After my injury, I just couldn't perform.
Although the scar had healed the damage to my psyche was more than enough to keep me impotent.
The nerves had not healed and the blood was not flowing any more.
That hurt more than the actual injury.
It was my birthday soon and I had a tradition of going out with a close female friend who I referred to as my second wife although we had never had sex she was my dearest close friend.
This year I decided to have nothing spent on my presents. I had a better idea.
A simple shower was all I wanted.
A simple shower with my number two. To just stand naked with her in the large shower that she had at her home.
To see if my feelings would come back automatically seeing her naked body, her perfect body that money could buy. The breasts worth thousands and the tummy and butt.
Just a simple shower that is all.
May I gaze upon her womanly parts in awe and lust.
To touch her, maybe, maybe not. It didn't matter.
I hope she sees me as not a threat but as someone that would appreciate her beauty.
Not to touch
But to touch
Just a simple shower.
I hope I don't end up on the floor sobbing at the beautiful gift.
To sit on the floor crying in front of a naked woman.
If that won't stir my manhood, nothing will.
May my birthday come soon.