Introverted By My Thoughts [✓]

Cheap Thrills

Warning:
Contains mature content

(P. b.)

I once read an article that asked; "what's the worst thing someone has ever said to you during sex."

A man in the question and answer section, replied, "it was being asked by her - his female partner - "Are you okay?" during sex."

The fact that it was a 'her' used, as a point of reference in that last paragraph, was quite funny.

Truth be told, I've personally experienced it myself,
so believe me it was quite hilarious.

You just stare at her body and wonder;
Is this the point, where I am at in my life right now?
Is this all, I'm really doing?

It was like a pitfall in my stomach;
An empty realisation, a guilty stream.
I now hook up with fairly random girls,
Just to satisfy my lust needs.

But where did my love boat float to?

The time when I could melt away in her golden smile,
and love her for her precious soul,
Because of the way she made me feel inside,
when our two souls connected to emulate light.

In her eyes, I would see the galaxy,
And her pupils stood as the moon,
Just so beautifully immaculate in nature.
And when our fingers touched,
Every stroke, Every caress,
Were writing down the words
"I love you" in poetry.

Every penetration, felt like a battle cry,
And every moan from her,
Sounded like the beginning a Hallelujah.
When she orgasms, it was a cry of passion and love;
Graciously beautiful, in all the right ways.

But what am I, really doing?

Look at where I am at this stage;
Having meaningless sex for selfish desires, just so I can ejaculate.
But isn't it better to just masturbate?
At least then,
I wouldn't have to cheat two souls by doing this.

Are you okay?

I don't know,
Is the emptiness I feel,
Really okay?

But in that moment, I smile "I'm fine" and I get back to it.