Someone asked me this question recently: “What is sex to you?”
I instantly answered without hesitation – “Sex is a connection” (and I don’t just mean literally!)
Sometimes when we least expect it, when we aren’t searching… or at times when we’ve actually given up or feeling jaded; someone may come along unexpectedly.
Multitude of feelings may arise: surprise (even shock), excitement, exhilaration, curiosity, worry, perhaps even fear. And one favourite phrase of mine - being tipped over…
& perhaps, just perhaps a connection may blossom
I met someone who said that I somehow helped him remember his youth…
It made me smile whenever he said that cos I kinda understand. When with him, I could forget (bad stuff, unhappy memories)…
and at same time with him I began to recall my own younger & happier times.
It was as much my own perception as well as his ability to make me laugh, smile & even blush at times…
Times spent together were not long & not a lot; and there were a few rather hilarious moments that were priceless.
I will remember him fondly (& graphically
)… hopefully he feels the same way about me *
crossing fingers
*
With each of my partners, I have a habit of associating them with a song.
Likewise for him. Nah, it’s NOT our song ~ er.. I don’t think we ever came to that stage of dedicating songs to each other… nah, not our style
But this song somehow resonates with me, makes me think of him…
For You - thank you.
You want to stay with me in the morning
You only hold me when I sleep
I was meant to tread the water
Now I’ve gotten in too deep
For every piece of me that wants you
Another piece backs away
‘Cause you give me something
That makes me scared, alright
This could be nothing
But I’m willing to give it a try
Please give me something
‘Cause someday I might know my heart
You already waited up for hours
Just to spend a little time alone with me
And I can say I’ve never bought you flowers
I can’t work out what they mean
I never thought that I’d love someone
That was someone else’s dream
‘Cause you give me something
That makes me scared, alright
This could be nothing
But I’m willing to give it a try
Please give me something
‘Cause someday I might call you from my heart
But it might me a second too late
And the words that I could never say
Gonna come out anyway
‘Cause you give me something
That makes me scared, alright
This could be nothing
But I’m willing to give it a try
Please give me something
‘Cause you give me something
That makes me scared, alright
This could be nothing
But I’m willing to give it a try
Please give me something
‘Cause someday I might know my heart
Know my heart, know my heart, know my heart
This will be my last post on this thread.
Pardon me if my writing has been rather humdrum or dry… and thanks. It’s been quite a ride, though a short one