It would be our own fault if we had time for sex but didn't take time to enjoy it. It's a whole 'nuther ballgame when we don't have time for sex when we badly want need it.
Such was our situation this morning. Up too late last night assisting dc2 with homework. GR and I both wiped out this morning and didn't wake until 45 minutes before needing to leave the house.... leaving us barely time to dress, eat and run. Darn! The only thing good comes of that is knowing that tonight or tomorrow morning's sex will be more intense than usual.
This makes me think-- For the last 14 months we've averaged having sex 7-12 times a week. Prior to that, I refused sex for 26 years. At our current rate, how many times did GR and I miss having sex within those 26 years?
Hands over ears (or eyes) to avoid finding out.... don't tell me. OK, yes, I really DO want to know.... not really.... but kind of sort of. It will be so depressing. I guess I need to know and then I want to move ahead and not dwell on all those missed opportunities.
For GR and me, "no time, huge desire" is better than "time, no desire". At least we can go through the day horny and longing for each other and know that very soon our bodies will be as one.
A couple of poems I read this morning express what's in my heart right now:
As if to lift my babe- in-arms,
my brazen lover touched my breast
with just a fingertip.
my body pulls towards yours---
desire a long oar dipping
again and again
in this night's dark rain.
Gemma, GR's whore