mstar

I've spent years and years keeping lust and desire apart from myself as I could.
Think of a mind like a house. I'd isolated the notion down to an orange dot on a table in a room.
I locked the door, filled in the doorway, put a new wall over the door, and walked in that hallway as little as possible.
All the time I was doing that, I seem to have missed the flood of orange water building outside the house.
Naturally, I had no flood protection and the water has since come into the house. I am doomed.

I never wanted to feel this way. Women are more than objects, more than meat.

But be damned if after all my carefull work, I don't want the company of a woman's body now more than ever.

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