Pedestal

The combination of background music

and her naked body beneath mine

created a magical and visceral image that exists to this day.

Back when the female body

was still a mystery;

when I never took for granted

any woman hopping onto my mattress with me.

When porn wasn’t quite as accessible

and conversation was merely a hurdle

one jumped through to in order to achieve sexual relations.

Before women (and people overall) weren’t such a nuisance. 

There was still an innocence to it all.

In my mind not only were we mugging down,

but we were transcending worlds with each kiss;

achieving our destinies with each bare touch,

and baring our souls through every orgasm. 

Hmm. No wonder I stayed a virgin for so long in my life.

Your boy was just simpin’.

~Edward Austin Robertson

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