One of them sat in class as a Sex Ed. teacher would extoll the virtues of SAFE SEX. There were bananas, condoms bought by our friends mom and a whole lot of graphic pictures and stories. I was brought up in a catholic country with separation of church and state and a laic education.
The other mind is the one that leads to Oasis's Morning Glory or Ryan Reynolds' now famous "It's the morning...". The other mind doesn't stop to think as I touch the tingly bare flesh of a neck's nape.
I'd like to say it's the compounded effect of Coldplay playing in the background, the soft and rough feel of a raw cotton bed sheet and the warm body on top.
Actually, it's probably that.
The images daguerreotyped into my mind by my education become blotted black ink images meant to comprehend the human mind. I read a book on sexual diseases written by my father. The bee and flower talk doesn't get any more technical than that.
Looking back I realize it's a Jekyll and Hyde story and the unbearable lightness of being...bullish.
That sweet tantalizing moment that gives life a correct interpretation manages to leave a man (and a woman?) helpless. Think of a blank slate ready to receive whatever may come.
Funny what the brain thinks about in the middle of the day.
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