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tilts distinctly off balance, like the leaning tower of pisa. damaged product bought on discount. if i could erase all proper code of social conduct without consequence, just for one night, this is what i would say. i honestly don't care how much money you make. i'm concerned with the quality of your character, not the quantity in your bank account. i don't care what you do for a living, i'm concerned with what you're passionate about. i don't measure my worth or yours by the things we each own, but rather by what we have to offer. i'm not like most other people in this world in one regard: i won't judge you. on the contrary, all i want is to discover and uphold the very best in you. i want to look up to you. all i want in return is for you to want to give me a chance. i want you to want to spend your time with me. you're probably under quite a bit of pressure and stress right now, even though it's too soon in our friendship for you to let on. you're trying to convey that you're in the middle of a bit of a mess without conveying your worries and fears about it. it's too soon to be that real. that kind of sharing i know comes even just a bit later on, when there's more trust, more established commonality, when there's evidence of reward. i worry too sometimes. i'll show you mine if you show me yours. that way we can just get all of that crap out of the way, and get on with building the relationship, get on with the fun, the laughing, the carefree afternoons on the water, the wild sex. i want to be there for you. i want to do nice things for you. my life is about manifesting abundance, and i can take you with me. i'm curious to know where you would take me. i have absolutely no interest in starting out slow. i've always hated taking it slow and i'm not good at it even when i try. i don't have patience for the convention. i want to jump from a long spring board right into the deep end. the chemistry is right. we both can feel it. so kiss me slowly. look into my eyes. share a bottle of wine with me, and game of cribbage. let's go to a baseball game and eat hot dogs with extra mustard and relish. let's drive with the top down with the stereo blasting. let's leave each other silly phone messages. i'll rub your feet. you tuck me into bed. let's dream about winning the lottery. let's live. let's conspire. let's forgive and forget. let's get on with it. let's love. |
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i'm on my own trip- the pelican on folded wing, a knife blade stabbing sea, rising now, a silhouette (low october sun painting bright gold fish scales) and drops a single feather, twirling as a maple seed to the ocean; if you were here I would hold you tightly, and kiss your hair. |
Fuck consequence. Just say it. |
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interestingly i was able to say tonight quite a few of the things i wanted to say to him. i saw him looking at me in this certain way a few times. he went home really early though, much too early. we were both tired from staying out way late the night before. even when you click and things are easy, newish relationships can be exhausting. he kissed me a lot, slowly and oh so softly, so sexy, just like i like. he said he'd call. he'll call. this man is totally my type, and by that i mean, he's a trouble maker, a bad boy, and wrong for me in almost every way. |
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