I want it.

I would love to have sex with her. The kind where we break furniture and need a couple bottles of Gatorade kind of sex. The kind where the lust is so palpable, that you resort to having sex in the conference room at work, or the bathroom stall of a restaurant, or right then and there on the table in your foyer/hallway because you cant even wait to make it all the way to the bedroom to have it. The sex that people write about and the sex that people have yet to write about. The sex that makes you scream god's name during pure ectasy because you have to pay hommage to him for making it feel so damn good that it makes your toes curl. The kind of sex that has stopped or started many wars. Love itself isnt the only thing to blame for the downfall of countless civilizations. Love was an ingredient, but it wasnt a complete recipe without that lust and the promise of the most unbelievable sex one has ever had. There's a reason why sex is so taboo sometimes. Because it can feel so damn good that you almost feel guilty for even having it. Hence the term "guilty pleasure". Thats the kind of sex i want to have with her.