This is fact not fiction

Even when you are naked, there are ways not to expose yourself. My single most craved desire is to wear it bare. I don't intentionally lie with my mouth, I lie with my body, with these unstoppable actions.

Oh well, it all depends on how you wanna look at it. Maybe I don't feel you, but I must be able to feel the moment and most importantly, I feel a crazy desire to feel you. I do wanna be wit you, only not forever.

I can feel a decaying motion in what has barely started. The scene that leaves me frozen has been played again. The infinite woman feeds her time impulsively, it is patience what she lacks. Having the power to be the predator lazily she chooses to be the prey. There wont be a climax in whatever it is they chase.

In the need of comfort she reminds herself 'This soon will come to an end'.
And then she feels guilty 'cuz maybe she is not giving him a chance. Maybe he knows he has no chance, for which he summits himself to this charade, in which we pretend we are having fun. And in moments we are, but that s all. There is nothing meaningful in fun.

So, she feels the guilt burning up. What a waste. What an unfair treatment to something as pure. We shouldn't waste any time. We shouldn't portray what is unreal.

The urge is sincere.
The urge for him
the need for proximity
the urge to learn.
She has chosen.
She has already been broken.