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Once again the meaning of sex has been taken to faux pas "false step". Lust and love can be either or involved, and it's the decision that the race of mankind must chose.

It sickens me greatly, when only lust fills the eyes and actions of the beholder. Words spoken with dark meaning and scummy manners... it just sticks and drys on me like mushy mud.
The ache...the twisting motion, in my stomache, constantly getting tighter and tighter. I just feel the abhor rising in my throat; menacing me to throw up. Feeling so weak, I aid myself with a shimmering glass of water.

Thoughts revolved in my mind, swirling around and around; my vision and my way of thinking is becoming blurry. Awkward mummbles escape my throat instead, escaping from my soft lips. My companion does not get any of this castastrophe, for he doesn't know that his secret given my soul to the sick.

I dearly love him...but I don't recall that my heart is involve but my respect. Even though that, that one message that captured my eye...shall swiftly delete all my respect for him. I did not lose my all respect for he. Literally, the status that I overly seen him as was soon crumbled like a destroyed gravel wall. Reality struck my head dramatically; all I can do is clutch my stomache, letting it boil with hatred and disbelief.

He foolishly used his hands for filthy deeds, and I am not willing to wash the guiltiness from his palms. For my wishes, I hope he and the lady he fall into the onyx, empty pit of lust. No true affection, love, is shown in their meaningless, young relationship. Once and a while, I glance from the corner of my eye, to only see them scrolling on the same rocky, black path.

Some day, my companion will relize his mind has once again tricked him about the opposite sex. He's such a ditwit, to me, when it comes to women's apperances. For I to know that some qualities aren't truly theirs, he may not really notice the personality traits as well as I.
I dismiss the other wish I had for him; for I have another. I wish my companion with bonne chance "good luck". As once written before, to have his mind clear the mist about this "friendly" mistress. I have strong, instant dislike to her. She only seem like another deal of delimma to me. I bear to learn the real truth about the lady with the creamy white and dark brown, silky dress. Probably just to see what kind of "woman" is she and what kind of "man" is my companion is hiding....