𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐀𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐘𝐨𝐮

𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄

The human body is a temple. It holds secrets within the heart. It creates a reaction ever so fascinating. Sleeping alone could be a magnificent reaction, waking up in the morning, vision blurry and eyes red from crying from the night before. It is an interesting part of the organisms that live. It has and will perform several odd functions for the rest of your life after you open your eyes for the first time. Our bodies, minds will always continue to work, develop without us even noticing.

A meaning, a reason that makes us humans is how all our bodies can biologically and physically adapt to the new environments around us. How many environmental adaptions our bodies have gone through the course of millions and maybe even billions of years. These include the abilities to walk, speech, and the proportional body to brain ratio.

No one, particularly understands why the body is important, we all abuse it in some way or another. Whether it is us or someone else. We are all adept, yet we don't know it. Our skills come in time. So does the truth. I do not consider myself an intellectual, I don't consider myself wise. I just like to assume that I have a talent, a way with words that no one else can.

My brain puts me in a spot where no one would cure my curiosity. But my curiosity is like thirst, it is unquestionable until you have a drop and then you are seeking more knowledge, trying to accumulate all this knowledge in a miscellaneous crowd of words, pictures, items that will restore your memory, and make you insatiable for more.

I never knew much about the human body, how it could be a temple until the tenth grade. When I was home alone, my mother and father had been out on a business dinner for the whole evening. I was alone, in my room and I can not recall how, when, why my body had felt such great pleasure. I was lying on my bed, naked within seconds. I hid my body under the covers when I heard the door open from down the stairs. Closing my eyes, shutting them tightly to faux sleeping. I heard the door open, hushed whispers echoed around my room and the door closed. I opened my eyes and I had touched myself, holding it in my palms.

Loving the pleasure that coursed through my body, I never knew that my hands alone could make me feel such a way. How just pinching the aching skin of my nipple made me want to scream. I never knew that just our fingers could make us feel the most pleasure. Physically. I became insatiable for that too. I would wait until I knew that my parents had fallen asleep and I'd touch myself, again and again, it was all just unbearable.

I was a horny teenager, a virgin at that. It was inevitable that it would occur someday. At times I think that it was a little too soon.

I shared my first kiss with a girl in Spanish class. We were partners and we were studying for a test, she had been talking about her love for biology. It was when she touched my thigh that I knew what she wanted.

I was a fool, I was no idiot. I understood and I refused to give her what she wanted. Why? She had asked and I had stared at her for a moment wondering to myself as well. Why?