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SEX DESIRE & I





 
So maybe I like spending most of my time
with my hands between my legs
maybe I like a little kink with my love
maybe I'm happiest when i'm in bed
with someone feeling them
slam into me hard, rough,fierce
cum and emotions flow with it
sticky sweet and tender

call me a slut
if it'll make you understand
or say
I'm a free spirit

wanna know
why I am such a slut ?
why I succumb
to slavery to being sacrificed
over and again?

because I don't allow myself
to express feelings
in the canned soup
we call life

I let myself
go bland

but in sex in pure
unadulterated fucking
I can be me I can cry and scream
and let my feelings go
I can be helpless and needy
and vulnerable and loved

and the sweet relief of orgasm
tires me out so that I can recover
from the intensity of feeling everything
I left bottled
on forgotten dusty inner shelves

the comfort of a warm body next to me
makes me realize I'm not alone
and Iam at last untroubled at peace
safe

so yes I love sex
and I could be a kinky little minx
I like my pleasure with a touch of pain
I won't apologize
and this is why sex allows me
to be the person I am within
I can fight I can lose and it's all right
I can be frail weak and it makes me more desirable

Idon't want to be an equal
I want to be fucked
I want to be forced to enjoy myself
to let go

i want my hair pulled as my cunt
is filled with thick hot humanity
I want to be slammed into
I want to be an animal who is just driven
by primal desires reasonable fears
and never ever doubt
I want to be able to struggle and weep
and cry out and yet have my emotions
pour out
in spite
of
me

sex allows me to be myself without
having to justify

in the buckled restraints
that I strain against
in the floggings that burn my skin
in the feral way I am fucked

there is
salvation

 
 
 
 

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We yearn for some explosive, extraordinary escape from the inescapable and, none forthcoming, we put our faith in an apocalyptic rupture whereby the inevitable is solved by the unbelievable grasshoppers, plagues, composite monsters, angels, blood in industrial quantities, and, in the end, salvation from sin and evil--meaning anxiety, travail, and pain. By defining human suffering in cosmic terms, as part of a cosmic order that contains an issue, catastrophe is dignified, endowed with meaning, and hence made bearable.