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What scares you?
is it the monsters under your bed?
or the thunder shaking your house at night?
What makes the hair on the back of your neck rise?
Maybe its the child at the park that stares at you with her otherworldly eyes. The one with the stained dress and the ragged little bow in her hair.
Or is it something else.
Something deeper.
Something more sinister.
The dryness in your mouth, like on a hot summers day, that happens almost instantly when you see
that girl.
That longing that rises in your chest in a manner that suggests heartburn.
The lust that clenches in your stomach like the butterflies that appear just before you speak in front of hundreds of people.
But most of all.
The pulsating heat that creeps from between your legs down to you knees.
Its so wrong.
But it feels
so.
fucking.
right.
There is a straight line we must follow.
like good little school girls.
Well.
I dont know about you.
But i
Paint circles.
is it the monsters under your bed?
or the thunder shaking your house at night?
What makes the hair on the back of your neck rise?
Maybe its the child at the park that stares at you with her otherworldly eyes. The one with the stained dress and the ragged little bow in her hair.
Or is it something else.
Something deeper.
Something more sinister.
The dryness in your mouth, like on a hot summers day, that happens almost instantly when you see
that girl.
That longing that rises in your chest in a manner that suggests heartburn.
The lust that clenches in your stomach like the butterflies that appear just before you speak in front of hundreds of people.
But most of all.
The pulsating heat that creeps from between your legs down to you knees.
Its so wrong.
But it feels
so.
fucking.
right.
There is a straight line we must follow.
like good little school girls.
Well.
I dont know about you.
But i
Paint circles.
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For some time now, Ive been thinking about what I want from love.
It seems increasingly harder to make any sort of list - mental or
otherwise - of what I want in "a man".
Im only thinking in a lunar fashion.
Women
represent beauty, and soul, an an unceasing devotion to proving:
Anything.
It doesnt matter what.
Equalization of gender roles;
Personal wealth to themselves or the outside world;
To be ruthless,
and to be lovely,
and to exist between these extremes in a place most readily described as
... home.
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Written at that erm... stage in life.
But I'm putting it up because i still enjoy it.
But I'm putting it up because i still enjoy it.
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