I admit, my appetite for sex is probably stronger than I'll ever be able to fulfill. And yet, I cannot ignore it. It's a part of who I am. It's a normal part of being human, I guess.

Sexual being.

There is something funny about sex. And it should be funny. After all, pumping the blood out of my brain and into my penis, even metaphorically speaking, should result in weird consequences. Is it nature's way of saying the old lesson of life "DON'T THINK - ACT!" ?. I need my brain, though without it I cannot LOVE SEX anyway.I always found it amusing that my physical condition presents me as if I were a non-sexual being. But that same condition positions me in "the best seat in the theater". While sitting on a wheelchair, the height of my eyes is just perfect for looking at the breasts of the women that are standing in front of me. If I would have believed in god, I would've said that he has a great sense of humor.

It is unnecessary to say that the jock is on me. And it's a jock I don't mind being a part of. After all, if anyone will ever be able to read my mind and see all my fantasies and passion that are in me, they will probably be shocked. Nevertheless, it is not what motivates me.

"Please, sit down..."

Not once, I found myself telling the woman in front of me to sit down. Not that I'm a gentleman, I wish I was, I just don't want to be distracted by "the view". And also, it is harder to "read" a woman by her breasts instead of her eyes. Not that I can really and successfully "read" women, for thousands of years better and smarter men tried and failed.

And maybe it's a good thing that no one can understand the other sex. Maybe the sense of mystery, confusion and sometimes stupidity which is found in the base of the futile attempts to understand the other side is the source of the so strong attraction. An interesting theory, don't you think?

Touch.

In my limited experience in the subject, I managed to fulfill few fantasies. Some are rare and intriguing more than others, some can fit in those "Acrobatic Movies". It was fun and wild. Memories worth having. And while those days are long gone, the passion still exists. I know no other way of life, but why should I?

So now, stories and poems are expressing my deep desires. Word forming in mind, waiting to be said in a moment of pure shared passion. Dreams may never come true, but who need dreams? In the past, it was illogical and crazy dreams that brought me to fulfill fantasies, but it was the unexpected reality that brought me Love.