maladjusted

Where is the bonnie to my clyde?

Ugghh my bodys on autopilot.it wakes me at 4:45 from habit..grrrrr.I'll be sure to slip back under the covers after I ramble a bit.

Im not so much a happy camper at the moment.Though I should be right..
I have good friends.People who want to hang with me,so much so I can hardly keep track of what im supossed to be doing from day to day.A job I still enjoy..that pays ok for now.
Sex on tap...sex always seems to be the easy part for me.Im super sexual.but..yes theres always a but.
Its empty..sometimes I dont even know why I do the things I do.
Its not what I want..bouncing from one person to the next..it makes me sad.
I know what I want.
I want my Bonnie..I want my partner in crime,someone to make a life with.That someone who is with me for me and we are about US..The world be damnned and come what may,we face it together.
I want my heart to go with the sex..
I need honesty..theres nothing without it..no honesty no trust..no trust..then theres nothing.
I want to walk hand in hand..I want to see your smile and know something I said or did put it there,I want to lay in bed spent and energized all at once, my body wrapped around yours.
Damn it where is this person.
Until then I drift..One to the next..sexual decadence,sexual deviant extrodianre.