The Difference Between Him and Her
It's a soul connection.
Did you ever respect her anyway?
you never looked at her as anything more than the next totem on the pole of your road map of exploration
"I liked them but they just weren't my type."
Yet they were enough of your type at the time that lust filled head met pillow in a bitter dance of caressing bodies against soundless sheets
So that every sweet moan that escaped soon to be sob filled lungs were like angel whispers to your very ears
Every nail scratch down your back doesn't compare to the tears clawing at her eyes to escape into an uncaring world that just won't understand what you did to her
It's not just sex
It's not just fucking
It's a mental and emotional outlet that happens to be a physical dance between pelvis and thighs
Yet it doesn't matter because that's just how it is
You'll tell your friends and be crowned king
She'll tell her friends and be crowned slut
THAT'S the meaning of sex, Right?
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