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#86 I want to feel deeply and hold that feeling for a l o n g time. I want passion to overcome reason and revel in the tingling pleasures until I cry out. "Let's be logical." "Let's be reasonable." and may I not be heard. I want to feel the texture of a finger's print and know the rest of a lovely body in similar intimate fashion. I want to walk by a mourning dove and have her not fly away. I want to see the subtle changes of the sunset in golds, and pinks, and oranges, and pretend to paint those changes all the way to darkness. I want to know, and to be, and to share with someone, and we will have no limits and no fears. You asked me to define my south of France mood, my dear, and now you and I both know what I meant. |
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