Disillusioned!

I believe short posts are in.

Yet again sex it seems is the only commodity that he might be interested in. Her soul is incidental. (What's that some might ask!). Caught in the vortex of her own needs and secret desires, she knows she has nothing to look forward to but disullusionment and pain. The transition from mate to sex mate was pre-ordained it seems and so natural and oh so pleasurable. It's always the aftermath (and the morning after) that is always so anti-climatic and brings the pain of disillusionment.

Until the night approaches and it's time to don the cloak of desire and prowl the mind for the orgasm it so desperately seeks.

Reality sucks!