Cherry Bomb's hauntingly beautiful words

Cherry Bomb and me

We'll have video up soon, so you can hear Cherry Bomb read her True Sex Confession in her sexy, gorgeous voice, but I'm so glad she put up the piece she read. It was hauntingly beautiful, the kind of piece I could get lost in, the kind of piece I'd love to publish. Read it now, here's an excerpt:

I am the girl that wants everyone and everything. The girl with the uncontrollable lust and insatiable hunger.

But color me misunderstood. It’s never just the sex that I want. Fucking just for fucking’s sake is devoid of my trademark longing and romance. It’s base, animalistic, and I am nothing if not emotionally evolved. Sex is an exchange. Sex is what I use to tap people like Maple trees, driving through their bark, and waiting for that delicious, liquid inner core to come slowly dripping out into my hands, into my heart. It isn’t done casually, ever, because I am one half of that attachment. Of that tangle of hands and lips and hearts and tongues. I am excruciatingly devoted; if you let me in, then my heart will never let you go, and all I want is everything...

Sex is my resolution, my bond, my promise for retribution. I dream of wielding sex like Lady Vengeance, enticing my former musician love away from her meek new girlfriend, coaxing her into my bed, and winning her back between my sheets. That's the way it always was for the two of us...love folded over anger, the former triumphing over the latter, rising like a phoenix. We were the story of fucking as survival...