USED, ABUSED AND DISCARDED

My mood is one of balminess when I reminisce about my creation a long time ago. I was conceived from beeswax and her mate, lanolin, product of a virgin birth (or so beeswax and lanolin tried to persuade me since they hardly knew each other at the time of their coupling) in a stable-like structure called a factory. My soft cradle was cushioned with Styrofoam peanuts. Even wise men were transformed by my allure, needing, yes wanting, me daily! They never could get enough of my rounded body. Although I was transparent in my soft and pure youth, I began to acquire STD’s when I became active. (sensually transmitted daubs when I developed a tint of color in my cheeks as I blushed coquettishly) During my many mergings, I acquired paraffin and petroleum as well as other nefarious pairings. You might say I have a sordid past but I just claim that I am an amalgam of passionate linkings. Men begged to put their lips to my moisture after they slipped off my sheath torpidly with their probing fingers. I melted languidly on their mouths just like tiny chocolate M&M’s - seductive and sensual with a slight flavor which lingers in their minds. My aroma is passionate and enduring as they savor me in their dreams.

Alas, most of the chaps seem to use me and discard me when they are through without a backward glance. I feel real pain as they throw me away, just an empty vessel without purpose or meaning. I still have my flashbacks of what we once were to each other. But I must warn my sisters, waiting for their turn, that they too will have a fate worse than being an unused repository as they die a slow death as I once did. I try to persuade them to cast themselves into a fire pit where they will cease to exist before they are abused and useless. I only wish that I opted for this solution but it is too late for I am lying lifeless on the ground where I will never be found. Oh, but the hot and passionate memories I have of my youth!