Let's get lost in time, lost in body, and lost in mind. Let's get lost in hours, lost in beds, and lost in showers. Maybe, just maybe, there is more to intimacy then conquest; there's more to arousal then pretty faces, buttocks, and firm breasts. Maybe it's a form of art from a photographer's point of view, a form of beauty from a painter's, and a form of words from an author's. Maybe, just maybe, it's all of thee above. Maybe it's a language of love, or maybe simply a language of lust. Maybe it's only a language spoken to a partner to whom you can trust, or maybe it's simply spoken to a stranger to appease the rush. Maybe, just maybe, some of us are foreigners to the language. How so, when we've been speaking this language throughout history? However, the consequences of this language continue to remain a mystery and the aftermath of it causes a great deal of misery. This is probably why misery loves company and lets not forget to mention money. Look at us, foolish mortals, we all claim to know the language. We practice speaking the words; however, when the words come out, they just seem to sound funny.