My brain is at war with my body. It won’t allow me to experience what I want to experience, to feel what I want to feel. I want to fully absorb what I’m seeing, enjoy it, but I find something, something deep and untraceable, is telling me I shouldn’t, that it would be wrong.
A few feet in front of me, dusk’s golden light is illuminating two bodies entwined with each other. The air smells of lemons, the ingredients for fresh lemonade shoved aside as the women choose to devour each other instead. “Be in this moment, enjoy this, it’s sexy,” one voice inside me insists. But then there’s the other, turning me off by screeching, “You shouldn’t be finding this hot; how embarrassing, how shameful, don’t let anyone know…