Mental Masturbation
This as been my favorite phrases lately because it exactly what it feel like I'm doing. I have biology banging against my head, making imprint. Forcing it self to be recorded in the chaotic thing I call my mind constant ideas swirl through me. Now, when I only need to answer one question and give two more examples my mind as shut down and as given it self to thought. Like a woman in love giving herself without restraint to her lover, Swirls of visions, caress the craters and make me forget all that I am "suppose" to do.
All I can think about right at this moment is about the ache I have between my shoulder blades and neck.
What I need to take, what I should prepare for, scheduling everything just right for when I go to visit Maria.
Merry and Frost, grr yummy sex.
Yet in the mist of all this mental masturbation my mind doesn't cum. It just the constant pounding of thought, there are rises and drops. All leading to nothing buy a tired "hand" that throws in the towel and would prefer the real thing. The natural high, to get away from all of this at least for a while, to have no responsibilities but finding my lover's arms and in cradled embrace dream and dive into an oasis of love.
To run and run and jump of a cliff, summersault flying crazy to land in secure circle of laughing beautiful wild friends. Infinite...where as it all gone