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    lust is a tricky thing; why must it feel like wanting to tame a wild horse at the range?; a "healthy" level of control is something one's instinctively trained to maintain....    
   
    that's why anxiety is a thing.... one imagines-how walking wild sided-is very erotically dangerous- is like cocain to the brain.... what the eyes may consume- the flesh's limits safely abstains....    
   
  she's erotic enough without all the whips and chains; guess I'd be categorized as boring, in a "cat and dog game".... because safeway might as well be one's middle name....    
   
 believe it or not- one's yet to have ever hit a home run; now adays- that's considered strange, questionable, unbelievable especially within a certain age range....    
   
  though there's still a such thing- as the one who's  struck out or never made it pass second/third base-for one reason or another and such a customizable game....    
   
 it's not that hard to believe....and though it's a truth bomb that stinks.... perhaps everything just happens for a reason.... at least that's how it seems to be.... despite the allure all in the palm of one's hand(cellular device)- through dialogue or visuals- to the eyes- that are constantly teased....