Dealing with it...

This weekend I figured I would do some free writing...
I like to call this, dealing with it...
It becomes like breathing to me. Routine. Organized. Every step has it's place and even gestures thought over twice. The hours seem to fade into each other, maybe even days. In and out of consciousness, visions blurring in my head. Old photographs captured in my memory, seemingly innocent faces imprinted. Head pounding. Music louder. Grasp back to reality. Hear her moan through the walls. Stick your ear closer and you hear things. Things you'd rather forget or things that you haven't forgot. The touch of someones skin, how it feels against yours. Bodies intertwine like branches. Passion. Heat. Sweat. Delicate bites on your lips, so soft and sweet. Wanting. Needing. Grasping. Breaths sync up. Bodies melt. Thoughts seem to disappear. All that matters is this. The feelings pouring out. Spilling all over the routine. Now forgotten for seconds of bliss.

The more free writing I do, the more I'm starting to think that my mind is always going to be in the gutter... damn nymphos...