In the way..

I find myself lost in the idea of sex. Sex for love, sex for lust, and sex for the sake of boredom. Each holding its thrills, its heartbreaks and its pains all intertwined in the web of what we so often refer to as love. I have an image in my mind as my hands begin to explore my body. I hear his name, I feel his touch and I get lost in the fantasy of his eyes, and yet I know what I'm feeling is not real, but my mind compensating for the love and lust that once had a home.It belonged to someone, my body, as a temple, my body as an object, my body to be lusted, by body to be loved, was all mixed and confused as I heard my clothes drop to the ground. I wanted to explore if only my head didnt get in the way, i wanted to release, if only my heart didnt get in the way. I wanted to be, to love and shine, if only my soul didnt get in the way.