The beauty of the unknown

Flirting, playing, joking, fantasies.... What do they have in common? The Unknown... The freedom of imagining how things could, would, should be... Then comes the trial... You pass from supposing to actually doing and the image pops. The feelings that reside are guilt, wrongness, being speechless, awkwardness, shyness, embarrassment… The feeling that all eyes are on you and everyone knows what you’ve done. You feel dirty and whore-like when you see the person you dream about with the person he belongs to. You’re unable to look her in the eyes. You feel that more than betraying her, you betrayed yourself… And for what? A glimpse of happiness, a second of pleasure, a minute of lust…. The basics of the basic…. SEX…. Animal like sex… If I ever have to betray my soul, let it be for love not for something as meaningless as intercourse…
Let it be....
We can dwell in the beauty of the unknown....