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By darwin Date: 2005 Mar 08 Comment on this Work [[2005.03.08.13.28.8131]] |
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maybe i'm just a geek. but i don't want you to want me for the curve of my hip, the lushness of my thigh, or perhaps how hot i can make you. i want to turn you on when i talk about history, or my vast knowledge of useless information, or my love of harry potter books. i want you to see me in glasses and a pony tail and think i'm the hottest thing to enter the 21st century. forget the lacy lingerie, or the stilettos and vamp makeup, think of me in jersey cotton, maybe with wind tangled hair skipping stones on a beach. maybe it's just a fantasy from years ago, but i have always wanted to turn someone on with my strength and my passion, rather then my ability in bed. forget the age old adages of romance and love. real passion comes from community, when lives meet and mesh, and ours do. you have a way of tangling yourself into my very skin, that no one else has ever had the ability to do. you think i'm adorable when i am reading a book, and see expression i don't even know that i make. and when we are 80 years old, and shriveled and dried up, i know that i will still be cradled in nook of your neck. i've been wanted for my body, because somewhere between evolution and now, men thought ass and tits were the only thing to get them up. though some would think that being cerebrally enhanced instead of penially, is the better deal. i think those that would rather feel someone fucking them, hasn't really spent a sunday lazy morning in bed naked with their lover. then to get up and lackadaisically decide whether eggs or toast will do. i would choose a lifetime with you without sex, rather then a lifetime with someone with just sex. you make me feel that i fit just right in my skin. you read my mind, finish my sentences, hold me when i cry, smile when i laugh, and read my silences and body language better then your favorite book. that is worth more to me then any fuck i've ever had. |