Blurring the lines of sex, love and passion …and having a little fun!
I remember when your kisses were my drug.
They felt so intoxicating
I never needed anything else to feel high.
Now I’m feenin’…..
You’re like an itch that I just can’t scratch.
Got me laying awake at night
Yearning for you to quench the thirst
Of my desire.
Saying what I feel will never mean anything if you don’t realize what I’m feeling is for you.
They are empty words that float out into space
Lost between here and you.
I quit trying to fill the void of your existence
With people who could only temporarily relieve my yearning.
Sex without a purpose might as well be replaced with masturbation
Because then I’m not left with the awkwardness of asking
Them to leave….Quietly.
If you have a few minutes I promise you won’t be disappointed.
Take a look into the sad, hidden lives of men and their sexual desires as you follow a call girl through one night. Follow her as she meets her clients and feeds their passions. In the final scene, when danger looms large, will the narrator’s survival skills get her out unscathed?
Meandering through Midgard, maybe...
Sexual peak at 18? My take on gaining and maintaining sexual desire and confidence in and beyond my 30s.
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