Frustration swings like a pendulum, rocking me from side to side with slow bits of anger and daft refusal. The war rages on as my carnal character wrestles, grapples and attacks that despicable morally conscious creature that is the other side of me; the one people approve of and is welcomed with trust into the lives of others. He angers me because he thwarts my libido and slices my virility at the cord, leaving me watering and panting hard, but defeated by such a puny force. My member is stiff with penetration power and desires and that attraction in my eyes and thighs. Just for the moment, for a minute, a nanosecond of pure penetration into her unknowing soul; deep, liquid and pressed against the bone feeling her pubis pulverized against my pubis, spinning a gradual slow dance of the flesh, feeling her radiation inside out, outside in her deeply, drained, emptied, sucked dry. An arid finish among flowing rivers, but the fight continues and libido is losing to a stronger character, despite my wishes and I find I cannot raise sufficient force to kill him.