I don't know about ugly chicks, well I do but this is neither the time nor the place for tales of shagging a hairy French chick who may or may not have given you chlamydia and looked too much like you. I would have sex with myself so all is well in love and war and pain and hurt. But have you ever been with a hot chick where sex is the furthest thing from your mind... me neither. But I'm talking about when you're sleeping side by side and you're breathing into each others mouth. She takes a little bit of your soul and you give it back in return. You are there. Side by side. Every inch of this girl you have kissed, you have touched and you have loved. You kiss, but you are so slow in the parting. You linger on the lower lip for a second but it feels like a lifetime. A lifetime of waiting, a lifetime of lust and a lifetime of everything and anything that enters your mind. Can sex equal this feeling? No. You can have a life time of porn tabs, easy women and diseases that show themselves only through the part of you that starts below the belly button but nothing can be what that was. But what was that? What was this? It's only me ever wanting something you can't have. If you can have it... poof it's gone. We only ever truly want that which is just so tantalizingly close but still not in reach.