Why, oh why can't people make themselves more important than their body is? Is the admission to a seedy little bar, the invitation to a strangers car of so much value? I know it was me who said that looks is important. It is me who makes efforts to draw forth the beauty in all things. But I will never tolerate the bestiality seen in the world today - in the world of sex and erotica.
There is a line, I think, where the beauty of a relationship ends. Where the value, that was once put in a kiss for example, shifts from something grand to nothing important at all. They say that if it's love it does not matter and no harm is done. Well, no one has sex because of love. And love is actually not what I am speaking of anyway. I'm speaking of weak minds giving in to their bodily pleasure and Tarnishing what I consider beautiful.
Mischief, mischief...
A relationship has not to be about love but it can and may be however. A relationship may be twisted. It may be sustained just for the fun of it. Nothing is more interesting than a secret affair or a triangle of passion. But sex? No...
I like games and teasing... elongating the threshold... building up tension. I like Those moments... "Are you ready for the first kiss?... no, not yet... later.. hold on.. all the beauty of waiting...
enjoy it."
I'm curious to know how fashion exists. I understand in a way but... Why does it now somehow seem a good idea to have girls dress up like Peter Pan? Those pantaloons and weird boots are everywhere...
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