I am feeling what can be described as the static before the thunder rumbles in. As the shore when the waves retreat before a tsunami hits. The moments of silence in the forest before predators torment and obliterate their prey.

It it a "horniness", and the physical capability itself, is limited merely, in the face of what can be. At first, I thought it was a woman I would love. Then I thought it would be to all women. Now it morphs, into something that is beyond woman. And lo and behold, one day it will transcend my slight homophobia or daddy-issue(s), and encompass all: irrespective of gender or race. I want to drink your juices. I want to bathe in your sweet pheromones. I want to submit to you, and I want you to succumb to me. I want to explode onto your face, and shove your throat onto my brown cock. Hold, and grasp each other, like we were in the last few breaths before being rescued from drowning. Sleep, in an endorphin-filled bliss, for more hours than is prudent.

The horniness itself, is explosive, intense, and so distracting. It influences me so much so, but it is not without its connection to humanity. It is still succeeded by something, and I do not know what that is. All I know, is that I am incredibly lonely. It is a loneliness, no human being ever solves for another, and no human being ever escapes from.

There is a loneliness from the rest of humanity, and then there is a hunger, insatiable, for humanity itself. To recognize, admire, and indulge in what makes me ,you, and you, me.

I think of the dance floor. Where we are all naked, and it is warm, enough to keep some sweat in, but it is breezy. I like my space a lot, but light touches, and grazes. As the music intensifies, I move lesser, and as it dims, I move closer, and during the song, we kiss, we do horny things, we laugh, but there is nothing that exists before the music, and after.

Oh dear, my horniness makes me write the dumbest things.