Has it ever happened to you?

One day you realize, that you dropped them back there a hundred feet, waxy paper with diagrams and instructions tucked safely in your wallet, a part of you, a fundamental expression of self on crisp pages, in red and pink and black ink and... its gone. You've forgotten how to f***.

What do I do with it? Where does it go? Will it fit? Will it go in deep enough, too deep? How will I thrust? Too Fast? Too Slow? Things seem so mechanically unlikely... how can anyone but a porn star copulate? How has humanity made it this far? Its so CONFUSING.

Get naked and hold someone? ME? Why would I get NAKED? People go around clothed, you know. It is just incredibly unlikely that I would wind up naked with someone. What if they say something mean? What if they laugh at me? They might HURT me. Naked you say? HA!

Images of orgasms past seem cartoonish, having played again and again, copies of copies of copies... the original long gone, lost between pixels in a smattering of ink overflowing from neuron A to neuron B blending them into an informationless mass. Spread lips and lollipops and kung fu care bears and all of it, I mean all of it, in pink and purple and gold.

I was a good **** once. I was not happy, but sex flowed from my skin, in great globs of pheremonal sweat and I could feel the energy around me, sex in the air and some of it was mine. Some of it was toward me. And I could hone in, and I could look, seek, find a desperate person for a desperate night of ... sex. And maybe play at loving for a time and then move on, empty or full according to our custom. And no silicon betwixt us, raw and wet and that will be $200 you owe to Snellville Dermatology.

But I'm different now. Things are different. I've been back out. Everyone seems different. I can't feel the sex. I know its there. But I forgot its scent.

I've forgotten how to f***.

I've also forgotten how to WRITE. I've forgotten everything.

So this is middle management. I see.

i'm trying to say you talk as if you've had sex and know all about it.

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you two sure talk a lot for having nothing to say.

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thanks bahahus thats what i get for being a good one for a change.....

you two sure talk a lot for having nothing to say.

i serioulsy agree with u jamacia on that one..doesn't some emotion go into your doing certain thngs????

Why are you posting something like that??? Its so....unethical.. it just goes to show, you are promiscuous or something.... I wonder why people treat sex as casual sex, one night stands and stuff... Dont you ever treat it with love or with emotions??

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So this is middle management.

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Yes. Yes it is.

i find it amazing you use a poem to talk about your sex life (or lack there of).....funny stuff

lube?? i dont know try that. or kama sutra. or whatever

"Why would I get NAKED? People go around clothed, you know."

lmao

So what did the girl say?

Hmm...sounds like quite a problem.

To quote Dante from the great Jersey film Clerks:

"Insert somewhere warm and moist. Repeat"

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I've also forgotten how to WRITE.

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Isn't that the worst?

I hate when that happens.