I may be this thing,
you call human
I am composed of flesh
but my thoughts are deceiving:
remember that person in college you made out with? the one at the party who propositioned you for a kiss or made you feel like you never have before? the one who might have been your gender, who you felt comfortable at the time exploring with?
when you think about it, what part repeats? what is the sense feeling of the space you were in, and did you think about anything else at that moment or just the kiss? does it excite you? do you fantasize yourself doing more of it, and going further with it?
what happened to that person? where are they now? if you saw them again would you know the same excitement or consent to be in a similar situation? how long will those fantasies last before you feel ashamed at the memory of the past, or the desire to relive a slice of it for a moment?
do they even remember you? did it mean anything to them at all? have they thoughts about you, and what you are doing, and if you can rekindle something once off, and have a sex fueled liberation session that shows you everything you are is ok?
see you at the reunion