SEX is for losers,
SEX is ignoring raging hormones and burning drive to…
Fondle, suckle and thrust furiously into some hot ass!
SEX is keeping y’r groinal giblets inside y’r pants
And punch those sweaty bits into submission whenever they drip with desire.
SEX is never spilling y’r sacred "MILK"
SEX is catching a brain-rotting STD…
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I am talking to the man that has sex with every man he meets; he shares a bed, kisses, and hugs and reveals his whole life story in a matter of moments. He thinks any man who has sex immediately brings him closer to his destiny however, he doesn’t realize every time he gives away a piece of himself with intimacy he will always feel empty. He feels that he is doing everything right by giving into his desires and investing ALL of his energy in a man he met a few minutes ago. He quickly dives into sexual fantasyland after one kiss…Do you think he sees how his is being played out? Right at the moment of climax, he realizes that this cannot sustain him and he seeks the next person and becomes his own victim reliving the same experience. Simply patching up toxic issues; maybe it has to deal with love he didn't get as a child…maybe a relationship that broke his heart and he never recovered... maybe he doesn't love himself…Captive, his heart cannot grab what his mind won’t allow, but I know what holds him captive does not exist. How can he do battle in a land that will devour him? How can he not see SEX is just an activity that does nothing for the soul if done just for the FUCK of it? It would be nice if he was held captive by his dreams cradled in his heart; the ones that protect him and keep safe. I wish I could help him make positive choices. Show him that his sweet captivity isn’t real and he can overcome it. He can see the ruse, this imaginary story. I wish that every time he went to combat he really knew he had reason to be insecure and that when he believes that SEX is all he would see otherwise. But I guess he thinks that he and his battle will be forever…laughing, loving, talking…dreaming; funny how this can never be true and he will never understand why. But I wonder why he held to what he never wanted, why he told himself things that had no meaning…Guess he figured he had nothing to give but himself, this is his only way to feel something other than the truth staring him in face. He is held captive by a ghostly dream...One that never was, Never will be. Do you think that when his soul catches fire he should try to avoid looking in the mirror because that would throw him into a panic? When his battle is over he will be rusty from tears, cried mostly in vain? He has to shiver and shake when faced with the unknown and look for solutions to his problem and wonder if he lived selfishly not allowing LOVE into his life. At this point I say seek healing and click your heels three times and say ‘there is no place like home’ and find his way out of this battle field and into the light; seek a life that offers more than a quick moment of release but a life that is worth living…
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