Wow, so close and yet so far. A shiny devil on the end of the phone. A Siren that beckons when inebriated. So easy to remember the good times and not the bad, is that some hideous part of the psyche reserved for these incredibly specific situations?
Why is it that the girl who rips your heart out is the only one you think about? And why is it that we males really live up to our stereotypes? I suppose that that is why it is called a stereotype in the first place, they must have basis in fact. It is that fine line between love and lust that creates the differences in the species. You say you love me, therefore I think it is only natural to make, albeit hokey and trying, sexual advances.
A man just means this as an extension of love! Surely, as they say, there is no smoke without fire? What is love without lust? We do not live in some perpetual fantasy of chivalry! What I am trying to get at is the fact that I am, as many men have been before, and as even many will be in the future, an arse.
I just wish it was more like the song...
"And then I go and spoil it all by saying something stupid like I want to have sex with you..."
Too soon, too damn soon.
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