Jacky, and a Trans Woman

Living with Suzanna though out my early years, was away from any real thought about having anything more than a small corner of the World together, where no separation would ever stop our love together, and our ability to care for ourselves. Jacky is a better person than everyone I knew or felt I would need to meet. We often avoided scrambling our money away on frivolous things based on an ad, or because someone said that paying for it at any price could make us happier.   When it was something that we never wanted,or could use. Once I saw  Jacky in a Halloween costume dressed as the Cat Woman. Another time she had chicken pox,and really needed a friend. Today it can seem as though every thing happens so suddenly, not all at once, but as though nothing ever means that much, when today loving anyone mindlessly is as good as meeting anyone at all. Today, we actually we feel being together can become a reason for the two of us to be close. Friends come and go, and it may feel as though we never had real friends, it may be that is what we wanted from the beginning, or thought we wanted, when our lives changed, and we never saw them as a friend, but as a a mirage, or a trace memory of another day. Today Jacky is still my favorite woman, I give support when none is asked for. Tenderly, I will ask Jacky when we are together if her release from suffering, and agony, and her having the curve in her waist of my  self release, will always humble me to taste , and clean the  pores of her waist, and if she will have me watch when her so delicately rise before my eyes to press her butt into my lips, to  taste her as my sexual orientation for eternity.