of women and world

what a sin it is to forsake the transformative, hypnotic power of real love-making, as opposed to the quick release of lust-infused fucking. not that the latter isn’t called for now and then, a temporary indulgence in the ice-cream-pints of pleasure the world offers on its surface. but the sugar high is short-lived and not quite nourishing. you’ll have to dig deeper to discover the protein of contemplation, the fiber of feeling, the water of wisdom.