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I hadn’t gotten a boner from looking at a picture since the 7th grade…until now.
Love is most suitably the only explanation for life. I spend most of my time navigating its inner workings.I found its core, lies in a kiss and a touch. A kiss and a touch seem like such small happenings to lead me to believe there is only one person that I belong to, yet when I am kissed and when I am touched by a woman that intrigues, she becomes my meaning.
I wish that I could say truthfully that a kiss and a touch were always pure in thought. I wish that a kiss and a touch could not be the fall from love as much as it can be its creation. Many might say that love’s contrary is hate but I find lust to be a much more worthy opposition. Lust with such simple spelling could lead me to do just about anything. I fear lust.
I have love, it is giving and taking. There is nothing more that I need but when I catch the eyes of another, I still feel. My love satisfies me with her kiss and her touch, as I am lured by lust’s. My love was at first sight not unlike lust. The words that lust has whispered from across the room has already wedged guilt between me and the love I sit next to. The guilt subsides for I have no choice. I was born a man, I didn’t ask to want things I don’t need.