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?
