I should enjoy inviting a man over on a Friday afternoon to make love and pleasure each other, to lay in each other’s sweat and passionate kisses, legs intertwined, because I can. Because I want to do it.
Every single person is a product of sex, but sex is wrong. We’re born nude, but we must cover up. Children are nourished with breasts, but women can’t show them.
These feelings and thoughts are something about which few talk and to which few admit, but if I’m feeling it, I know most others do too.