There are the moments I have thought, I deserve so much more than this, don't I? I need someone who will not waste me. As in, "Look at all this good, fresh produce here; seems a shame to waste it." Wasted, ya'll. For years.
And I know it was mutual, in different areas. We are both good, kind, charming, attractive, strongwilled -yet damaged- people who didn't get the memo on making the other's needs top priority above all else, forsaking all others (people, places, and distractions).
For me, this is not about SEX per se, this is about sexual fulfilment which is way beyond just sex. People tend to put too much focus on just the orgasm. In good sex, it is about everything. Most importantly, sex is communication between two people. Most of the important aspects of sex can NOT be experienced when going solo. It is the WHY you have sex that is truly important, not the HOW you have sex. While the term making love is not as exciting and enticing as the word 'sex', it's far more exciting as a verb. It's the whole enchilada, not just the basics.
In true passionate sex, it is a deeply emotional experience, it is crucial to well being, and it can not be acheived in any other way. In effect, there is no substitute for it.
What I am missing is about much more than friction + time = orgasm
Blue morning, blue morning, Wrapped in strands of fist and bone Curiosity, Kitten, doesn't have to mean you're on your own
Cuz you can look ouside your window He doesn't have to know We can just talk awhile, baby, We can take it nice and slow.
All your life is such a shame, shame, shame All your love is just a dream, dream, dream
Are you happy where you're sleeping? Does he keep you safe and warm? Does he tell you when you're sorry? Does he tell you when you're wrong?
I've been watching you for hours It's been years since we were born We were perfect when we started I've been wondering where we've gone
What went wrong
All your life is such a shame, shame, shame All your love is just a dream, dream, dream
I dreamt I saw you walking up a hillside in the snow Casting shadows way up on that winter sky as you stood there counting crows: One for sorrow Two for joy Three for girls and four for boys Five for silver Six for gold
...and Seven for a secret, never to be told
There's a bird that nests inside you Sleeping underneath your skin I said when you open up your wings to speak I wish you'd let me in
All your life is such a shame, shame, shame
Get the hell up
All your love is just a dream, dream, dream Open up your eyes You can see the flames, flames, flames of your wasted life
You should be ashamed, ashamed, ashamed You dont wanna waste your life
