Moments

There are moments that I don't think about sex - don't even want it - just want touch - I feel like I'm waiting when in fact I realize he shares quite a lot with me. He gives me a great deal of himself. But I wonder if I am programmed to always be dis-satisfied - always wanting more - some Hollywood-style intensity - some proclamation of love that I will never experience overtly - that blinded me once - but that I will get over and over again in subtle ways if only I remember to see them.

Words - but only as pertaining to reality - too personal - too selfish is just that - get over it. Crawl out of my skin, leave my own head - crawl out of your skin - leave your head - let the world in.