
sometimes we do things out of habit and not because we have any interest in them. sex is one of those things.
Rated: Fiction T - English - Poetry - Words: 188 - Reviews: 1 - Favs: 1 - Published: 04-17-07 - id: 2348674
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haha. sometimes there's no point to sex.
Our Lips Say 'No' When Our Heads Say 'Why Not?'
There's desperation there
And it's disgusting.
This should be amazing, awe-inspiring
Song-worthy.
But it's flesh against flesh
And lazy, hurried movements
And it couldn't be worse.
Not because this isn't how it should be.
But because there is a way it should be.
And it never is.
Breath on breath on breath
And lips on shoulder,
Teeth on skin.
Rip the skin,
Just tear it open.
With you here I don't want to be inside it
Anymore.
Because it's hopeless,
Almost boring,
And it's all I can do to keep myself
From throwing you
Off me.
But you wouldn't go very far,
And we'd be back,
Doing the same old thing
In less time than your basic quickie.
And I'd be bored again
And disgusted
And feel sullied
And unusual.
And you'd just laugh
And I would smile.
And we would do it all over again.
(Maybe next time we'll give the pool a try.)
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