I want to let the redness of you stain my smile. I’m thirsty for these moments. I wish to abandon sense and reason, to fly from sober solemn silences and get loud with you, to laugh with you with complete and reckless abandon.
“Jesus was perfect and he only had 12 friends.”
I stumbled across Ryan O’Connell’s article, some time ago, describing in rather artistic and overtly witty detail what it feels like for a man to get his dick sucked.
But working and creating are what raise us above mere animals. Work, not sex, is the main reason we ascended above the apes.