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100 Words on Love by James Fry
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So what was this I felt before our skin even met?
The longing that I would nearly drown in, upon smelling your perfume on a stranger passed in the street. A delirium induced, the kind that advertisers would murder for, yet with certainty of stone. Your name forever seared deep in my heart, before we ever embraced? Sentenced forever to the endless reliving of that moment when goose bumps would ripple across your soft skin welcoming my breath before my lips even touched.
Tell me again, how we men only want one thing? I want it all.
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Photo: Flickr/Shazeen Samad
This comes from a female in a “self love I know what I want,” kinda place. Accept that the boredom of everyday-ness is not a curse. Your partners body in your hands is a gift – always. Their mind, a treasure.