surviving the storm

il sesso

Sometimes I feel like it transformed me. Grow from it ? No. Evolving from within myself? Maybe. It felt like I was a butterfly forming in a cocoon and I set to flight to soon, that I never learned how to fly properly. Is there truly a proper age for it? Is there a limited number of people you can do it with? Is it something saved for love, or unleashed lust. When someone enters me, I enter them. Intertwining I feel there soul bruise a little but of mine. Like I'm trying to hold their hand but they keep on pushing mine away. Why does it surround us ? Why does it surround me? All over the place. The light bouncing off. It circulates me, I've become intrigued. Maybe even obsessed really. It tugs at me, asking me to crave it. God what is that feeling. That electric feeling that circulates the body. Control, full control. Hands tied, I am on my knees again. Giving pleasure on and on. They can't get enough can they? Their tongue flicks at my center, I can't anymore panting. God I'm exhausted, but I can't stop. Naked we stand, yet im covered as if there's snow. Hiding, covering all the secrets you don't know about me. Concealing all the secrets my heart and my brain keep hidden. I'm thinking about it again, it stirs at my brain, creating an alluring fragrance. I can't get enough. I felt like it has matured me, shaped me. I don't look at my body the same. It doesn't seem as enough, those curves don't feel mine, I want to be a pretty petite model. But why do they say it's enough? I beg to differ, disagree really. Sir you don't have to lie I know your intentions are to get in my pants. Sexual gratification so confusing. It confuses me, I'm walking in a loop. Why do I feel so alive, yet dead as soon as they leave and I'm alone in my room again. I got attention just for a second and now it's all gone deceased. They've used me, and distorted my idea of sex.