The moments between silence our always the hardest to
swallow. The pauses in words could
transform the dialect into slurs, blending syllables and synonyms, trying to
remember the sentence structure.
The
moments between thrusts are always the hardest to continue. The pauses in breaths could transform the sex
into repetition, blending moves and desires, trying to remember where it began,
our first time.
Sex is
an easy thing to explain. Desire leads
to energy then the energy tries to be spread between the two people. Then kissing, possibly foreplay and then the
standard sex. It becomes crippling after
Matrimony, where you begin to over analyze the sexual situation. My wife and I want to stay healthy and
relieved from worldly stress, so we have sex.
She heard about it on Oprah and I heard about it from Mancow in the
Morning.
