An Itch That Needs Scratching

That’s the way he put it.  I couldn’t help but think how succinct that statement was.  It embodied the true nature of what we had just experienced.  The intensity of the moments we shared transitioned into something much more relaxing and casual.  We lay there at opposite ends but yet the intimacy remained in that protective bubble.

Every day we go about our daily routine. There are thoughts that linger in our brains and hang around for awhile.  It then begins to catalyze what happens next.  That uncertainty you grapple with finds freedom. It unleashes the beast in you.  For those moments you are not you but the alter-ego of you.  As that ecstasy dissipates, you don’t find yourself crashing but settling back into you…and that reality is as much a part of the fantasy.

Music mood:  nothing but our dirty words.

Neurally yours,


I'm a writer and a lover not a fighter, except if I really want something.

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