Even a poem

Sometimes I'll have a smoke. I'll sit there and feel everything getting harder. There'll be this yearning for something clean and easy.

Sex would be clean and easy.

My house is dirty and the only time it's clean is when I have sex.

Sorta makes me wonder what dirty sex is like.

Although, I have had it.

Clean sex makes me wet. I can just feel the rigid coldness, a complete blunt approach, a hauntingly sexy focus on how things feel, but not who. I think if I had to think of who I'd be self conscious. For me I think dirty sex would be who.

And to further on this stoned ramble.... I think that having that kind of sex would lock down every remaining spot inside of me that isn't sure. This is grossly indulgent.