Desire

What if what I’ve always understood as infinite desire is actually infinite fear?

Desire is to getting as love is to having. And getting is always better than having.

Just like a toddler, what I want isn’t to have — it’s to get.

I want, and I want to be wanted — but not too much, and only if I might not be.

A pretty woman on the stairs, a tingle in my cock, and the long road from wanting more to wanting enough.

What’s hidden is so much hotter than what’s revealed.

A subtle but important distinction about the nature of my desire.

What I think when I see a great ass in leggings is not what you might expect. It’s conceptual, not explicit — and that distinction may explain more about me than I’d like.

I never do anything so straightforward as simply wanting.

The women in my life come and go, and my mood rises and falls with them.