Some statements can not be avoided.
I tried to explain it, but she failed to grasp the thought that examples are opportunities to practice.
I set myself up.
Misdirecting my thoughts to guide hers to my conclusion.
Because even though the physical is not my focus,
That doesn’t mean my focus can’t be blurred by it.
It’s a shame that physical attraction is viewed as a distraction from intimate conversation,
Even though observation is a normal part of contemplation of what type of relations will develop.
I hope you get the picture.
Because she is so hot, she makes me sexist!
Like when I asked her name she pointed to a tag on her breastessess.
And for the life of me, the only word I could focus on, was scrumptious.
This dish comes with intelligent conversation, intellectual stimulation.
How am I supposed to NOT be aroused in this situation?
I’m fighting with my hormones that want her moans to fill my ears.
I want to share everything,
My love, my life, my sex, my fears.
But I have to deceive her for a chance to tell the truth,
And how do I explain that the physical attraction is surpassed by the intellectual passion.
What am I to do?
My words are blurred by the movement of her lips, and my thoughts converge with my fingertips and her hips.
Slow dancing through a conversation of mumbled intentions.
Hoping the point is articulated and translated from body language into words that manage to express my intentions.
I want, TO FUCK YOUR MIND!
To penetrate your thoughts with obscene positions of conversational kama sutra.
Twisting tongues into positions that would make our genitals blush.
This rush floods my head with thoughts of her smiles, our love, and our bed.
So here I am trying to make the best of this, and all she does is make me sexist.