7 Deadly Sins

Dearil Brown

Sex. Through it; children are made. Every single person came into this world because their parents had sex.

Nothing unique about it, right?

I would personally describe it; a way to disencumber and find pleasure. To show domination and fulfill needs.

Usually, people lose their virginity during their teen years. A war of hormones starts as their bodies grow and the need to explore the well-hidden secrets of satisfaction takes over.

To learn what pleasure means, they have to do things they're not aware of. Simple actions with a deep meaning behind them – behind the mysterious games of sex.

"Where do babies come from?"

Children usually ask. But I was different.

"How can I find pleasure?"

I would always question but adults' responses never satisfied me.

Children are pure and innocent. Not even a hint of filthiness in them. But I was nowhere near to something like chaste. They never realized that something was missing in me. The something they never dared to talk about with a kid or with anyone in general.

They would always think that I am too young.

But when will I be old enough to know?

Maybe never.

They treated the issue as if it was a taboo. As if making babies is weird.

I never had 'the talk' with my parents and never learnt anything important at school about sex.

How am I supposed to have it with no knowledge at all?

Whenever someone would just mention the three-letter word, my classmates would always blush or look at them as if they had grown two heads.

I still can't understand what's so weird about it.

What's so weird about coming into a special contact with someone?

Many old-fashioned people still believe that sexual intercourse before marriage is a sin.

But what will marriage really change?

Some think that love, still exists. How ridiculous. To believe such nonsense, you should be naïve.

There is no love in this world anymore.

If there was love in this world, there wouldn't be discrimination.

People wouldn't judge the different. They wouldn't avoid the unusual.

There wouldn't be wars, abuse, murders, mistreatment, rape.

Kids wouldn't be afraid of their own parents.

Women wouldn't be afraid to walk alone at night.

People wouldn't be afraid to express themselves - to show who they really are.

They wouldn't be afraid...

How pathetic. I'm complaining about the 'non-existent love' while I have a certain one, I cherish the most.

She is my best friend.

We would always be together since very young age. I loved to observe her. I could never get enough of her. She was precious with that sweet smile on her face.

I had the misfortune to witness this beguiling smile slowly fading away and the sorrow in her eyes growing more and more each day.

Her father was the beast to take all the happiness away from her. She was a delightful kid until one day her eyes started losing their color – their emotions.