Sexuality is a form of freedom that slaves the ones who let it take over.
Openly sexual girl dances half-dressed in front of me to the rhythm of the most recent smash hit, at physical level, I think this event is entertaining, even pleasurable, even though the only thing that it raises is a question on my mind:"Why?"
I want her, I want her naked body twisting in desire against my own, and even though we haven't said anything to eachother, we both know it.
But the thing she doesn't know, is that I loathe myself for that, I loathe the animal inside me that takes over, because in my mind I despise that attractive creature that has nothing to