There's not enough sex in the world. There's lots of lust and missed connections. You try your best to keep it in your pants. You watch your eyes and try to regain control of your vision. Every booty shake; every bouncing chest. You want to talk to every passing person who your mind believes you have a chance with. Only a few couple of folks have found their lovers at first sight. They've found their high school sweethearts. They are living their happy go lucky Partridge family lifestyle. Most of us are nowhere near in love nor in lust. We're just souls getting in physical touch with one another. We're conversing about nothingness to try to make sense of our lives. Are we worthy? Why do we continue to doubt ourselves? Why is it that we give our best advice but never practice what we preach for our mental health? We have lots of questions without answers and some of us are successful at hiding our frustrations. Others are not able to contain all emotions and end up looking crazy when we let our emotional cannon loose. KABOOM! Tears. KABOOM! Laughter. KABOOM! Anger. I have grown tired of feeling sorry for myself. I have found a path early on to keep a smile genuine on my face. I shouldn't be sad I still haven't found the love of my life. I don't know how much time I have left before the love bug bites me. I do know this; I'm enjoying being knee deep in dicks. There's so many different penises. There's tasty little dicks and well hung pricks. Along the way there are many guys who have made me laugh and cry. These are my thirsty therapy sessions.
