Your relationship with someone is 90% in your own head. On a good day, say 75%, leaving 25% for dynamic conversation and good sex.
It would be so much easier if we could just strip the skin.
Scrap it and intertwine bones. Because when you get that deep noises can’t lie.
Bone on bone is hot, primeval…
The noises we'd make would be nice and loud and drown out the tactless twang of the voices in our heads.
There’s no effort in romance because you’re in a sense wining and dining yourself. You choose your own underwear, you check yourself out in the mirror before and after a shower. You think about them the way you like.
1 comment:
My liasons are generally 50% paranoia, and 50% good times. Perhaps its time to change the statistics!
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