I keep thinking about the quote I posted the other day.  This one:

“There is a strong difference between desire and the actual act of sex.”  Terry Cyr

It’s really clarified things for me, that quote.

I love almost everything connected with sex.  I love touching, and being touched.  I love mysterious, romantic, barely there just a whisper of sensation.  I love rough and fast and nasty.  I love bruises that linger for days, as a reminder.  I love sensual and erotic and hard core.  I love sweet nothings and I love talk dirty.  What I love most of all, I’ve come to realize, is desire.

I love wanting.  I love the catch of breath, the heart pounding, the moans.  I love hair falling across my skin, falling around my face like a curtain.

So hm.  What does one do with this?


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s