Indeed, those who speak of sex are usually those who don't do it very often at all.
Therefore, by that logic, I should therefore have no problem delivering my verbose essay on the subject.
Ah, sex.
Glorious sex.
Is there anyone in this forum who hasn't thought of sex today, atleast once? We all know the answer to that, I'm sure. Someone once said that we are all sexual beings, and I have always denied such a fact. However, the more I deny it, the more I become it. Sex is something so effortlessly simple, and yet so infuriatingly complex... or maybe its the human intellect which makes it complicated?
Sex. Tastes better when its forbidden. Tastes BITTER when its in excess. Sex, it taunts me. It haunts me. It comes to you in the middle of the night, and in other moments when you least expect it to. Walking down the street and there's this dog pouncing on his master. The dreaded essences of a cry from the sensual catacombs, already there. They blossom when the bus nearly runs over some old lady, they explode like a supernova when a breeze caresses your hair.
Tingling sensation.
Arresting sensation.
Any sensation, given any chance in Time' impertinence, will lead to sex in some form or another.
Mental sex is more dangerous, and far more satisfying, than physical sex.
Sex is severely overrated when it comes at a premium.
Sex is underrated when its being given for free by love.
I need a date.
Ant.