Can we have a quiet moment with just the sound of our kisses. The smacks and collapsing vacuums that are muffled by passion and music or the sounds of a bed you haven’t been able to replace yet. I want to hear the mechanical sounds that are unsexy and unsettling if not put into the background. I want to be uncomfortable around you- new and uncertain. Clumsy even. We have to start over. This is too comfortable. I don’t want to lose you but my interests are turning to the strange, Vanilla.