On certain dazy drunken nights,
its easy to fall into the desire of something you'd on average ignore.
Sex .... with someone you don't know... don't want to know... just want to become absorbed with in one night of, sex.
Sometimes inhibitions can dissipate,
consequences are vague,
and all the logical reasons that should keep you feet away from a particular person, you are able to ignore.
On occasion its just all you need.
To feel, alive,
human,
beautiful.
The touch of not a friend, or a common lover, but a stranger.,.. someone who has no idea who you are, what defines you, all the distinguishable characters that make you, you.
No, to them... you are just a person. A person for non other than an animalistic craving you were picked out of the bunch for.
Someone who you can allow to just stroll in and out of your life with one night.
No fear of holding on, getting caught up, getting close....
On nights like those your hormones speak louder than your heart.
Last friday night I encountered that particular stranger. The one whose unfamiliar touch could fulfill everything my body was desiring.
It was the way he first tugged at my jeans,
then pulled on my hair,
and finally thrusted himself into me.
It was one of those nights I felt I could breathe again, scream again, and know myself as a woman again.
its easy to fall into the desire of something you'd on average ignore.
Sex .... with someone you don't know... don't want to know... just want to become absorbed with in one night of, sex.
Sometimes inhibitions can dissipate,
consequences are vague,
and all the logical reasons that should keep you feet away from a particular person, you are able to ignore.
On occasion its just all you need.
To feel, alive,
human,
beautiful.
The touch of not a friend, or a common lover, but a stranger.,.. someone who has no idea who you are, what defines you, all the distinguishable characters that make you, you.
No, to them... you are just a person. A person for non other than an animalistic craving you were picked out of the bunch for.
Someone who you can allow to just stroll in and out of your life with one night.
No fear of holding on, getting caught up, getting close....
On nights like those your hormones speak louder than your heart.
Last friday night I encountered that particular stranger. The one whose unfamiliar touch could fulfill everything my body was desiring.
It was the way he first tugged at my jeans,
then pulled on my hair,
and finally thrusted himself into me.
It was one of those nights I felt I could breathe again, scream again, and know myself as a woman again.
