• gravity •
Why do you have sex?
It’s a question I never th..
🕑 Added 2023-12-26 23:40:28 +0000 UTC
• gravity •
Why do you have sex?
It’s a question I never thought to ask myself until I was questioning my sexuality. Between dress code scarlet letters and church books leaving paper cuts sculpting obedient wives, I was groomed into the perfect apple ripe for picking. I knew what to say & do all to get a man to be interested in me. Cat and mouse, the thrill of the chase, the performance of a life time for mediocre dick & a less than climactic climax. All for security. Stability. Maybe a notch on my belt all because he picked me. But Over time the sweet fruit of my looms would grow bitter, rotting the core of who I was. I would feel trapped inside the people I chose, only to self sabotage the relationship knowing that filling that hole never made me feel whole. I didn’t know then that I wanted more than to be wanted. I wanted love, intimacy, mutual desire. I wanted to want someone so much I need her warmth as my own personal fire. To crave their laugh as much as my name on their lips, ache for her to be in my arms, as much as I needed to be between her hips. As her soul fills my hands, her scent fills my lungs. I would fulfill her every dream, provide for her every need. My day feels lighter, if I’ve lightened her burdens. You see, coming out as lesbian, and finding my person made me realize the that day I met her, was the day that gravity was no longer the only thing holding me to earth.
