Losing it

As I was struggling to stiffen myself while fine-tuning the angle of my forward-surging motion and trying to mentally gauge the right amount of pressure to apply on the lower body part, in an effort to comfortably fit a part of me into that fully-exposed void of hers, it suddenly appeared to me that I will never ever have this done right no matter how HARD I try.

For It was actually the void in me-- a deep and dark emotional black hole that has a pressing need to be filled, NOT hers.

I was the lost, helpless and corrupted soul, NOT her.

I SHOULD REALLY BE IN THE RECEIVING END, NOT HER.