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If I opened my heart to you, what would you do?
If I shared myself completely, without reservation, would you care?
If I enticed you to reveal yourself, would you dare?
If I revealed a heart of tenderness, compassion, and care,
would you mistake it for weakness?
If I revealed my love of the past, judgments of the present, and worries about the future,
would you find yourself uninterested - or worse, unhappy?
Would you realize that I assess you as surely as you assess me?
Do you understand that it takes more than a beautiful body,
it also takes a beautiful mind?
How serious are you about being sensual and erotic?
Can you pen a handwritten letter that is sensual? Can you make an entire day without physical contact erotic?
Can you imagine foreplay that lasts for over 24 hours?
Can you explain why the greatest sex engages the mind just as much as the body? Or does that mean nothing to you?
Can a soul from afar touch you so deeply that it shakes you to your depths? What would you do to bring her (or him) near?
Would you risk, would you offer, your deepest self to find out what's possible between the two of you?
Do you fear loving and losing more than living without? Or are you a romantic who believes that nothing is worse than living in fear of love that might be spurned or lost?
Can you imagine your soul and your body burning with passion for your beloved? Do you get aroused just thinking of such a one?
Do you know how I would answer these questions?
(OK, 21. Who's counting?)
12/21/2005 12:04 am
This is like back in English class, when we would read a beautiful, lovely novel, and then ripping it apart to find the meaning....shhh...hear that? It's all that being done....quietly...|
LET'S GO METS!!!
12/21/2005 4:05 pm
Interesting. Never thought of my life as a beautiful novel. Now, as for ripping it apart to find its meaning, well, yes, that's certainly been a habit for years. . .|
12/21/2005 10:38 pm
I would ponder such vulnerability with every interaction of my day, and wonder into the future of the passion of such play. |
I would take into consideration, the timing, and while tempting to consider abandoning ration, I'd realize an overreaction could be the fatal cost, reducing the potential personal value to something easily swept away.
Framented moments of quiet, revery reserved for dreaming; when contrasted with hours of longing, without interuption, renders such, only a shooting star, in a gallexy offering more spectacular availablity, twinkling in your night sky.