let's twist and whisper

I like his big thighs and the way he stares at me. I like his sweat dripping on my skin. I like watching him in the mirror, or in a reflection of a reflection. I like seeing him on top of me. I like feeling the rapid flutter of his heart when I press my hand against his chest. I like it when he presses against me and involuntarily thrusts. I like his eyes. I want his mouth.

And I remember how this is what my old journal used to say.
And I remember a time when sex was love.
And I remember thinking romance was fucking.
And I remember defining things through a jaded filter.
And I wonder where the time has gone. Where the people have gone. Where my words have gone. Where life has gone.

I wonder how much I've given up and how much I've given away.