Love is in the air ... oh wait ... maybe it's lust.

Is it possible to love someone for billions of years past eternity?  I'm just curious, because there is one ex-boyfriend of mine who wanted to keep me, and I wanted to keep him, but we just couldn't because it was too hard.  I didn't like him well enough to keep him as my own, but my soul loved him like no other, and that love has yet to purge itself.  I still think of him.  I still dream of him.  I am constantly reminded of him.  I keep his heart stopping picture on my nightstand, and I remember every intimate moment we shared, and there were many to remember.  The feelings that I feel for him, are the closest thing to primal I have ever felt.   Maybe men feel that feeling all day, every day.  For me, Pookie was the only person that I ever felt that way about.  He was the only man in my life that couldn't sit near enough to me for my liking.  I wanted him physically closer than close.  He was the only man that I ever felt as if I wanted to be literally one with on a physical level.  I wanted to feel what it felt like to be him.  I wanted to feel his skin as my own.  It was a foreign and very weird yet very lovely feeling. A feeling that I hope to one day feel again.


Pookie is a forever love, one for the ages, but lust is afoot in my everyday reality, and I dress for it every day.  Temptation is a naughty seducer, and I yield to it, as if there are no consequences to pay.  Oh there are consequences alright, but my primal instinct heeds them not.  I'm hoping my pre-frontal cortex will put its foot down.  Sorta.  You men don't know how good you have it, with all that instinctual lusting and first right of choosing which was bestowed on you by nature.  Relish it, like the gift that it is.
 


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