Teetering on that edge...
9:38PM on May 24, 2009
Am home again Rude buddies. Very tired, but glad to home.
I've had a long week. Feeling a little distant tonight but hopeful. Sometimes I just need a decent night of sleep.
And as I relax here and catch up, I wonder about romance, and where it has gone. Surely it has not been replaced by strands of spit and numbing repetition. Bad lingerie, bad toys and bad facial expressions...
A friend once told me long ago that I had a continual, "Victorian 'fuck me' look" in my eyes I could never hide. But that Victorian in me, she has always wanted the warm bed full of both love and lust on rainy nights too.
Why isn't there a middle ground? Or maybe I'm just not vulgar enough?
Not sure anymore...
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