Sex is like a lot of things.

Writing is a lot like sex. At first you do it because you like it. Then you find yourself doing it for a few close friends and people you like. But if you're any good at all...you end up doing it for money.

Sex is a bad thing because it rumples the clothes.

Sex is a discovery.

Surfing on the Internet is like sex; everyone boasts about doing more than they actually do. But in the case of the Internet, it's a lot more.

Sex is the mathematics urge sublimated.

Sex is like air; it's not important unless you aren't getting any.

Sex is like snow, you never know how many inches you're going to get or how long it will last.

Love is a matter of Chemistry, but sex is a matter of Physics.

All these are views from people I know, people I've heard, quotes being adopted. But people just miss out the whole point of having sex!

Sex just is.

Its a union between a man and a woman.

It was what Eve was punished for.

Original Sin.

Eve was punished for the want to be loved by a man. She had needed Adam in that way and hence suffered. And Eve was the mother of the human race.

If God didn't want Adam and Eve to reproduce then how on earth could he ever want us?

Then how can people be so sure that they'll get to heaven?

Aren't we God's unwanted Children?

God's unwanted.

We are accidents.

We should have never happened.

People think a lot about sex...even though they shouldn't be thinking a lot about sex. And do you know which people think about sex the most?

Priests.

No, wait...hear me out on this one.

Seriously, think about it. All the lectures on when to have sex, when not to have sex. Every Sunday does have a small portion dedicated just to that...

What gives a priest, a man, a mortal, the right to even suggest that he is the man of God?

I opened my eyes as I felt fingertips on my bruised lips. He had succeeded in seducing me. I had let him actually... I was too caught up in the moment.

I gazed down at the sleeping man besides me. He was indeed beautiful. His chestnut hair fell into his eyes and his breathing was even. Almost human...

Too beautiful to be human.

I was about to get out of bed when I felt a tug on my hair. My hair had always been my pride. I had grown my auburn hair to my mid back. My honey brown eyes along with my lips were my chosen luxury and advantage...I had used them to charm boys...

Never a man.

Yes, I was a virgin... At least I had been one.

When I felt the tug again, I looked back at him.

He looked so angelic just lying there, almost as if expecting me to come into his arms, rest my head on his chest for those few quiet moments within a lovers arms... something I hadn't hoped to experience. Certainly not with...

With whatever he was...

So I asked him.

"What do you want me to call you?"

He gazed down into my eyes with what, for a second I believed, was truth.

But the moment was shattered almost faster than it had come. His soft laughter echoed in my ears.

"You puzzle me."

"You say that like its a bad thing."

He chuckled as he said "You also make me laugh."

"And you say that as if that's a bad thing too." I muttered back. "And you still haven't answered my questions."

"You don't love a woman because she is beautiful, but she is beautiful because you love her."

"I didn't ask you whether you thought I was beautiful!"

But his words had made me think.

I began to think very oddly about...Love...

Love is the immortal flow of energy that nourishes, extends and preserves. Its eternal goal is life. Love takes off masks that we fear we cannot live without and know we cannot live within. The cure for all ills and wrongs, the cares, the sorrows and the crimes of humanity, all lie in the one word 'love.' It is the divine vitality that everywhere produces and restores life. At the touch of love everyone becomes a poet.

But my...lover was a natural born poet...at least I thought so.

I seemed to keep forgetting that my Lover was the Devil.

And he didn't love me...

He wanted something from me...

But what?

"What do you want from me, my lord?"

"Christ, you're a sweet one..." He murmured nipping my lower lip as I lifted my chin up to look at him. "I want your body...I want your respect...I want your trust...but most of all I want you..."

He got up, unashamed of his nudity and he had all reason not to be ashamed. Adonis did not have a better body...

My lover had a powerful build.

But there are things that every woman must know about her man. For the moment, I forgot about that single rule in my own personal rule book about relationships.

I never expected that day to change my life.

But it did.

And unhappily, it changed someone else's life too.

Born of Fire,

Bathed in Blood,

Bred in Vengeance,

Sleep forever more,

My love...my prince...

My destroyer.