That feeling surged again. In Kuang Xi- a waterfall full of people in Laos, I soak myself in cold running water and after around 20 minutes, I stared at him.
Him here is a random person standing around 10 meters away from me. Muscular, tanned, tall and tattooed, with a small beard and looking at me almost at the same time. My heart started to beat fast.
Almost immediately my head is vividly filled with the image of that stranger pulling me closer and us making out under water, behind and in front of arrays of wild trees in the area while resisting the strong water current flowing towards. In public and passionately.
We will breath hard, tongues twisted, excited by the overwhelming chemistry and an immense guilty inappropriate feeling when all other swimmers stopped to point and gossip at the wild scene in front of them just to be turned on at the same time. In seconds, every freaking one of them will be itchy and about to turn into vampire.
The thing is…it did not happen, yet the visualization was so vivid that the aura around us changed forever. Right there, at that waterfall, I can smell and touch that strong sensation.
I am losing grip babe. I am losing my poise.
In mainstream psychology, lust is defined as such
Aside from the surface pleasure that lust triggers, I deeply believe there is correlation between lust and vulnerability. I have never felt such an immense level of vulnerability in my life recently, and the desire for attention/ connection increases with the same rate.
After writing for 30 minutes, the receptionist came behind my back and when I turned around, I can felt that look again. I better not disturb her, I think and sigh.
” What are you writing?
-I am writing about yesterday. I went to a waterfall and wanted to kiss every freaking person there.
-Ha ha, really?
-Yeah, maybe it is hormone, haiz.
-It happens to me too, ha ha.
-Yeah, sometimes when customers come in, it took me some minutes to be calm and professional =))
– So you can control it. I can’t. Damn.
Where will this lead and for how long? Is it purely biological or psychological? Let’s see. Maybe you can let me know.
When Avril loses her grip, she can fall over her fans and the audience will take her with all they have. When I lose my grip, hmm, when I lose my grip, maybe I will come and find you and kiss you, right there.
Y.O.U (Why. Opressing.Us)