SEX vs LOVE

"Love is the answer. But while you're waiting for the answer, sex raises some pretty good questions." - Woody Allen

How well - Intimate, sexual pleasures could be-fool you! for it might just  lure your temporarily Infatuations!. Real People are only the real friends with who you share much more then just bed!, half of the time we think, sex is the only reason that binds us!, but its opposite, The more you could be Intimate complying to the terms; emotions, values, comfort, care understanding, the more you could witness the whole sexual reincarnation in its full bloom - all the more are your chances to grow and keep up with the person in a relationship/friendship or just a fling that resolves to the most of the sexual contrasts comforting each other( I don't say it's bad - but there is this certain amount of indulgence that showeth regards & respect that one should abide by being bedded.How often we fail to understand that, someone who was completely surrendering to your disposal for sexual gratification was actually more then willing to be falling for you just for more then one night stands.

It's a mutual consent & admiration to get laid & It's not just 'done away with & forget syndrome' - for something that can make you so naked (that you could shed your clothes & your soul - letting thy pour onto you ones desirous acts of bedding you & in your anguish to completely forget the awful odds of being used for the fractions of time, that you were to mate and thence forget. - For there is & never be no place for any artificial/superficial longing & a selfish we' - if at all It has to be more of love, soul connect & a craving to willingly understand someone so close that you could just be so secure & so emotionally uplifted if at all there was & could be a reunion of desirous deeds that were made to mingled in a way so thoughtful that it could last its impressions for many days if not forever. 

For times these misleading sexual agitations & curiosities clinging on, be-fooling ongoing games & taking for guaranteed, make you loose a bit or all of you & so it does your trust, faith & interest in the whole scandalized scenario; love/relationship & friendship tagged perceptions. 

"This & that of 'to the core of slutty business' - why it always had to end so whorefically?"

If at all, it could be more then that - ones shelved desperation is one thing different, but keeping up with the mind body and soul - connecting to it beautifully is all I always thought mattered the most - maybe I was wrong, or maybe they have stopped making such souls these days & I was a limited edition. If only love could teach me, I could go places, meet new people, make new friends...but then I was hesitant since it always made me have sex in the end, which was not a good thing, there was nothing wrong in it, but then I was just not a prostitute & it was a hard of a task to actually go about making everyone believe that & still in circles go about ranting that I believed more in love & less of sex, but then it was not always that I had everyone believing that.

In audible clear whispers 'I love you" that I heard while we made love & mated - I must have been all ears to every since silence that was a bliss to, dwelling more deeper underneath your skin, as I touched you, the pores that I kissed and the lips that my love for you rinsed as if there was no other day, no other tomorrow, only hoping this could last for eternity & I could feel high & higher, being with you. In between those bed sheets - the warmth of our bodies admitting to several of things, with absolute no denials - confessing about how wonderful we felt & were willing to do it more often - to the nothingness of sorts after you have just finished doing me & wrapping yourself in clothes, turning you back and sleeping, while I kept awake, thinking myself to be a guilt of your despairingly disguised anguish to quench as soon as we were over doing sex.

"I wish if we could wrap our soul's much more in comfort in a way, that we never ever had to cling & hook on to anything/anyone else - & if at all it was a pleasure to bed each other , it could be always 'just you & me'". 

Well as I grew, I learned we all could just not stick onto one & sexual pleasures were like this evil thing - this deliriousness of wanting more & more, seldom from not just one person forever. You just might grow in a relationship & there are chances that you will end up having no sex at all with the person, nevertheless chances are that you would be having a wonderful non-sexual relationship for a lifetime, but you would often feel sad about sex having to die in the end. 

Everyone seems to be on a lookout for a new piece of flesh, a new soul - since by now you had already done your part of talking and heard what you were being told, & not to miss the sexual confrontation that you eventually had your way out doing & get done with & now you were again like this empty one, wanting to explore new horizons of your inner most cravings of ridicule in attempts to slaughter a new one.

It hardly matter's how far and near you get to or away from - you forget the past and the real & want to stick to the present - a point where you realize that everything else didn't matter no matter how better it could have been...You've just got laid, and you had just finished a useless nothingness of sorts, but an important meeting, that just got over & somebody had to go back home & maybe never return again or meet you. You crave for a person you slept with or you want to sleep more often with, in hope that someday - one fine day your fondness shall melt down your admiration's away & in hopes that you might get what you always expected & that you shall be treated in ways more lovingly ...like you always wanted - & that it wont be a single sided affair anymore.

Some things are better than sex, and some are worse, but there's nothing exactly like it. - W. C. Fields

"Either it be (Sex=Sex) or (Love=Love)", Ratio that I find solitude in! It cant be an artificial willingness to keep that fake smiley on your face & say all is well,& nothing is wrong. I had you all wrong, you were the wrong that I just had sex with, and I could no more make this wrong righteous no matter how hard I tried. I could just go about blabbering about what a culprit you've been, invading me persistently trying not to let me evade you, believing that you just were not what you seemed like.  

"Nothing one does in bed is immoral if it helps to perpetuate love". - Gabriel Garcia Marquez

Why is there no soul connection? Why we just have to get lured by the physical intimacy &  why does it always have to end on a sexual craving nevertheless at the end - Anonymous