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I am too full of life... to be half loved by gamblers and ramblers who can't help but make you pay the price for some other whore that's mistreated them in their life.

Once you reach a certain age, that's all that's forthcoming; the bitter taste of ones past, knowingly and unknowingly.

It's my responsibility to not settle for a love, that's lukewarm.

Love, should be a raging fire that lingers between dawn and dusk, and everything in between. One, that's scorching, and singes the fringes of my psyche each time he's away from me. A subtle reminder that somewhere, beyond the horizon, are the missing pieces to the fragments that are missing in the depths of me.

A love so deep, that even I cannot fathom the loss if an unplanned, and unexpected departure was forthcoming.

I can live alone, without the warmth of a man caressing me in times of adversity.

What I cannot live without, is the intensity of his nature, and the fibres of his inner tapestry meshing into mine as that is what nourishes ones heart and soul, simultaneously.

I cannot attempt to fathom living without his kisses upon my scented bare flesh, kisses in which he plants upon me with the rough of his 3 day growth.

I cannot bare to think about the absence of his hands upon my bare flesh. Hands, that sail their way all over me as if I were the only thing he's ever truly known how to charter, when times were rough.

His nature depicts that of the wilderness, and it's the only landscape that beckons me to sway collectively within the synergy of his e - motions.