I have thrown out my filter, so excuse me.
Because this will come out absolutely rude and entirely crude.
But I am sick of fucking...I just want to make love.
I'm sick of all my clothes ripping in your hurried pursuit to rid them from my body...throw them across the room as if a hurricane has decided it will temporarily pass through.
I'm tired of being thrown on the bed, my body bouncing as if I was on a trampoline because we are overly impatient to feel each other.
I grow weary of the fact that there is no extensive foreplay.
We've forgone the appetizer and dove straight into the entree.
It's a quick dance of get mine, get yours, and it's over with.
Sweaty bodies slapping against one another
Mingling with loud moans that border on screams...echoing off the walls as we undoubtedly disturb all of our neighbors.
I'm so exhausted by the fact that we can't seem to slow ourselves down because all our bodies seem to know is how to do is fuck.
Now don't get me wrong, because I'm not saying that shit doesn’t feel...real...good.
For years it has been one of my favorite pastimes.
Preferring it over several other hobbies and activities.
But there simply comes a time where fucking is no longer enough.
I want to make love.
I want it to feel like it...