Caught in the mist of the showers water
clanging against my body. My mind drifts far reaching and away from the physical…
I don’t think I ever want to know that you are with or thinking por being with somebody else. Or that someone may know the glory that
Selfish maybe. Manly pride maybe. Over-anaylze maybe a bit to much.
As intimacy turns into something more physical… I feel myself losing interest. Each time now feels more like an experimental; and physical act.
Not one steeped in emotions…
Just another experience you wish to conquer. Thats not for me.
My sex is deeper than that.
So as my thoughts transport me back to the state of being… I notice myself like a kid jumping full steam into puberty.
I am small and not hardened by your naked shell.