good we should

I judge you first by your looks because that is what I see. I then have a conversation with you to see where your world is located and how full of shit you are. You do the same to me. We dance this way until the music stops so when can get to know each other better in some dark corner of the bar. I become fascinated with you. For one thing you smell fantastic like a fresh from the oven apple pie. Good enough to eat I say to you directly. You respond by saying you look like a juicy steak fresh from the fire and all pink-like. We leave the bar and have really good sex for the next three days. We judge, we live, we make errors; but sometimes we judge right and it feels good. Sometimes we all just need to feel good, we really should.