Sex is flirting outrageously and still remembering that the person at your side is not obligated to do anything more. It's respect.

Sex is an imperfection in yourself not bothering you. It's acceptance.

Sex is passing up an opportunity because the time isn't right yet. It's patience.

Sex is a back rub that starts above the hairline and ends arouind the insoles. It's exploration.

Sex is not having to say "let's make love", because youknow what the other person wants. It's understanding.

Sex is being given a honest chance to say no when you thought you were committed. It's consideration.

Sex is both of you remembering protection. It's responsibility.

Sex is saying the perfect phrase to make a solemn embrace dissolve into giggles. It's humor.

Sex is being told "stop and you'll be in trouble". It's desire.

Sex is reviewing the damage to your living room and realizing personal effects are strewn in a clockwise pattern from the front door to the bedroom. It's abadonment.

Sex is seeing what your lover really looks like after the first time. It's truth.

Sex is knowing what time it is and not caring. It's joy.

Sex is the arms aroung you tightening their embrace. It's ecstasy. Sex is seeing a new side of a person you thought you knew. It's renewal.

Sex is telling a person if you have to leave, you will let her, sleep, and being told she would rather be woken. It's tenderness.

Sex is being there to wake your lover. . .slowly. It's sensuous.

Sex is two people only taking up a third of a queen sized bed. It's closeness.

Sex is knowing you gave the extra key to your apt. to the right person. It's trust.

Sex is saying goodbye and knowing you will be back by mutual consent. It's faith.

Sex is stretching your arms and idscovering the real menaing of the word "sore". It's a lesson in human frailty.

Sex is opening your medicine cabinet and finding your tube of toothpaste turned into a pretzel. It's adapting.

Sex is sitting at the window, looking out and remembering who you were with the night before. It's reflection.

Sex is hearing the weather for a winter storm and wishing you could spend it in bed with your lover. It's loneliness.