Critical mass of passion  

rm_EdibleManToy 47M
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1/21/2006 7:11 pm

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3/5/2006 9:27 pm

Critical mass of passion


My heart feels like a reactor reaching critical mass, the whole China syndrome, major meltdown scenario. So much of a need to be desired, and a need to express passion with another is being locked down deep inside me, burning me up from the inside out. In the end it has left me a tired and depressed wreck today. No outlet at the moment, no special woman to to interact with, to connect with.

My thoughts today aren't even that sexual. Today I just miss the pure affection of being held in an embrace after this near impossible week of turmoil at work and at home. Two bodies intertwined, wrapped around one another beneath blankets in a dark room. Two souls drifting off to sleep secure in one another's comforts.

Last night I dreamt I was a hummingbird, and my college writing instructor was lying down naked in the grass. I was deeply in love with her when I was in school. I flew over her body several times, and she laughed as I skimmed the warm surface of her skin. Her sex was a gorgeous pulsing flower. I flitted down to it and sipped from it, and the flowers petals closed around me, engulfed me. I was being taken inside her, but it was warm and felt like coming home. I heard her talking, but I don't remember what she said. I woke up a moment later, I felt dissapointed, cold and shut out.

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