In the end, we all have our different levels of moral values.
We lavish more attention onto our past, after its done, than in the making of it. as a result; "What is done" and "Could have been" becomes ruthless killers lurking in the darkness of our consciousnes...
Not all experience the same sentiment while doing the same exact activity.
Feeding the ego is starving the wisdom, the choice is yours.
Submission is a tyrannical discipline.
Why should I take my clothes off (...) when there are, already, so many other woman doing it for me?
It's a tiring game resenting the scars and the fearful memories.
If your weakness is love then you are extremely strong.