This is told from anyone's POV, doesn't matter who, or you can tell me if it sounds like anyone in particular.
Tell me what you think...
Sex is everywhere.
It's negative and it's positive.
But being able to dicipher which energy exists is where the lines are blurred
I mean there's a definite line between the positives and the negatives, but beyond having a choice where is that line?
I'v spent many nights thinking this through, after relationships gone bad or simply because I need an answer to something, to anything. Because I can't figure out answers to anything else in life.
The answer I come up with is still very fuzzy.
Sex is a big deal and it is something that no one can get away from because it's everywhere we look.
I remember how scary it was the first time sex became something I used to deem not so important, I learned the hard way that it really was important.
Nothing scared me more than that first time because I didn't know what I was getting myself in to nor how I would feel in the aftermath.
I'd lost that sense of control and safety.
I'd let someone in to that place that's is truly sacred and I lost my protective cover.
That wall I'd built up to protect myself and gaurd me against anything and anyone that would or could hurt me crumbled.
I was left naked and wild-eyed, both figuratively and literally.
And the one I gave myself to wasn't The One.
That need to protect all of me has grown outside of its boundaries and I can't seem to let anyone else in.
I make people close to me work to get in, to explore the rooms inside cautiously.
But I don't ever let them past that gate that I once let one person through.
In doing so, in doing all of this, I lost me and I know it.
In trying to ignore myself and in trying to be selfless I lost who I am.
I don't know me so niether can anyone else.
It's true, sex wakes you up ... strips you of all you thought you knew...