last night, just before i was going to bed i had this concept about sex crawl into this empty space between my eyes and my brain.This is what i wrote in the notebook that i leave beside my bed...

Sex is a massless blob with long spurs of eyes of flasing color, arms of every tan whirled in a motionless blob that is constnatly changing inside

i'm no expert but everybody tries to make the best out of sex. Grabbing for every inch of their body. Licking every scar. Making a new. Whether the room groans/reiks doesn't matter. Sure tomorrow you may say it sucked, but at the time you were putting yourself out there. If they did something different you find yourself a little boggled, but don't feel like you should have to do something similar in response. If you like it keep it up. If you don't figure something out. If you're confused, well i'll get back to you on that. It clearly involves taking risks.
That's why we all make the best of it.
But what happens if we didn't give our partner enough of a chance. Maybe they went too far, may be they didn't go far enough. Just don't rush to condemn. It may come back to haunt you & be all you can think about

....now don't ask me what that was. Don't call me out on it. I simply was writing what was on my mind, because I was not falling asleep with that all in my head. Now the reason why I put it on blogspot. Not to disturb you. Not to make you think. But simply so I could rip the page out of my notebook and burn it.