Fuck Me Friday: Grinded out.

sad

What  happened to us?

When did we all become so jaded?

Who can I blame for this?

How about we start with ourselves?

 

I suppose it is just the way it is.

We have reduced each other to things.

Cocks, arseholes, tongues and mouths.

Send a pic.

No pic = no chat.

NSA

 

I’m sickened.

I hate it.

Where is the charm?

Where are the eyes that smile?

Where is the humanity?

Am I the only one that finds this so empty?

Why does no one ever chat me up any more?

What are we afraid of?

 

Don’t get me wrong.

I’m not saying I don’t want hot random sex.

I just don’t want to lose sight of who we are.

We are real.

We exist beyond sex, orgasms and close up pictures.

 

Inside of me beats the heart of a man.

A man is a fragile thing.

Easily hurt, afraid, weary.

But a man needs to feel.

What do I feel, if I don’t take a chance?

 

This sex is nothing.

It is masturbating.

A part of us dies after each encounter.

 

Only hollow men are left.

Playing Russian roulette to feel alive.

But already dead.

9 thoughts on “Fuck Me Friday: Grinded out.

  1. Only hollow men are left.
    Playing Russian roulette to feel alive.
    But already dead.

    Anyone who feels that way needs to connect beyond the physical…IMO

  2. I hear you babe. Banter!!! Make me laugh. Stimulate my mind. I have messaged you plenty of times cause I just need to talk to someone who could carry on an entertaining conversation. Sometimes a person just needs MORE.

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