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I have now come into a state of being that allows me to fully appreciate the beautiful creation that is woman. I love them. Nothing enthralls me like the look of a strange woman who I am not familiar with, the only thing that crawls through my mind is the limitless possibilites to her thoughts. Is she wondering who I am and what my story is? Is she hoping I talk to her? Does she not have any desire to see my unfamiliar face ever again? This is what gets me through my days in class. In the midst of a boring old professor's boring old lecture, I catch a glimpse of the girl across the lecture hall's eyes and their mystery and coral blue mystique encapsulate me, removing me from my present state of consciousness and taking me on a journey filled with colors of love, desire, emotion, and vulnerability. She could melt me with a stare. I am in her complete control even though she is unable to call me by my name. I have come to know that this initial sense of wonder and obsession is only experienced in that special instant that we have just shared and no facet of our relationship, or lack thereof (depending), will ever match the excitement which I have just experienced. Mystery is erotic, knowledge is depressing.
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Posted by Kovo on 2008-05-06 15:21:03 | Rating: | Views: 115
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WOW~I totally agree with you; that's deep =] totally keep writing, you can check out my stuff....WOW i really enjoyed this thanks for posting =]
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Posted by xxuglyducklingxx
on 2008-05-06 16:39:33
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