exsex

bloody unruly sun woke me up....the golden rays were so disturbing.....the other half of the bed is unoccupied.....so she had left....there is a stiffness and pain for the body.....sunlight is warming the void she left.....i smelt that part of the bed....were she slept all night naked......i could feel the smell of her sweat.....compelling smell.....without bothering to put on any clothes....i lit the first cigarette for the day.....

last night was beyond words....night of satisfaction,wildness, ecstasy,total blissfulness.....call me a pervert or horny pig.....call her a whore or bitch....and the night ...a one night stand and the room a brothel....i don't care....as long as both of us enjoyed the most purest feeling in its totality....

was it the darkness in the room that made us so secured....and completely occupied....or was it the rain which silenced all other noises.....or was it the cold that made us so craving for warmness of nakedness.....i enjoyed every inch of her......wandering like a nomad through her body....i can't remember the nasty words she whispered in my ears....curse the weed or i could have cherish those lusty words ever in my life...

all contradictions about gender differences starts in bed...in fact that contradictions is what make sex beautiful.....and the moment of supreme ecstasy all the contradictions and paradoxity of sexual differences dilutes to oneness.....at that moment there is no male and female.....like we push out the pulp from a wound...immense pain and delight merges at one point......the paranoid is about sex is that all inconsistency about gender start and stop there only...not beyond that....

sex made me realize love was always secondary......it was this crave or curiosity about lust that made love engaging........morality preachers .....i now know you were wrong or fake.....sex educators all your theories are wrong.....and all holy books which stamped the existent deed of life as sin ......i now know you were written by impotents......the purest form of emotions is all considered bad...now i know......

night always has a annoyance of sleep.....sometime late in night after so much of madness....both of us slept....hugging the nudity.....

the chimes in the room made music only in the morning.....she left nothing in the room..other than a note....."thanks for the wonderful night;)" ...girl...don't know i'll see you again.....but i really want nights like that again.........