Andrew slips a slender hand inside me, filling me completely. He stretches and moves his fingers slowly, pushing against me.

I thrill at his touch.

He smoothes my back gently and smiles. He appreciates me- cares for me- perhaps even loves me. I know that he needs me.

When he’s finished and leaves me for a time, I feel empty and alone. But I know he’ll return, and then I will be complete again.

I exist for his use, though he never makes me feel used. He is gentle and kind.

I am the luckiest oven mitt in the world.