How It Ought To Be

I have been feeling as horney as a red light district and looking the opposite to the outside world. Mind and sex confinement is a real thing. Hearing erotic sounds in the distance minds eye rocking steadfast and echoing feeling in the groin and that dim light of hope in the distance of finding real love again remains in me when I look at him often and reminds me of how our lives should have been. As if it would have mattered to anyone about distant cousins having sex out of real love anyone, even if it been a 3 x times encounter or a whole lifetime what should they have all fucking cared when they were so uncoathe and vulgar at it and being paid for sex and I needed it. Yet they see it as some unique thing just for them.