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Aug 2013
I don't want to ****,
I want to make love;
to caress her cheek with one hand
and to hold her hand,
fingers interlaced,
with the other.

I don't want to ****,
I want to express passion;
to kiss fervidly, yet sweetly,
and then to look her in the Eyes
struggling to gasp the words
“****, I love you!”

I don't want to ****,
I want to just cuddle naked;
to feel our mutual Skin
with and without friction,
with and without hair,
or sweat, or light;
resting, or not,
upon each other.

I don't want to ****,
I want to feel a connection
transcending the physical:
I want to feel the warmth of true Love;
in my Heart,
in my Mind,
in my Soul,
as well as
on my Skin.
This came to me in the shower;
so I got out and wrote it down.
Then, I decided to share it.

I can't tell if this is a dream or a memory;
it seems to be a bit of both.
Anubis the Philosomancer
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Anubis the Philosomancer  29/We're all a bit mad here.
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