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[sid] => 134109
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Asexual
[time] => 2007-05-04 15:50:41
[hometext] => Can't sleep....so I thought I'd write.
[bodytext] => I'm cellibate again. Unable to please myself. Is this normal? I know I once felt... Swollen lips, blushed cheeks, Lustful kisses, lingering sighs, Goosebumps growing, tickling, Caressed skin, trembling thighs. Whispers of my name, Making me succomb... The interlocking of two, Elegantly becomming one. It's such beautiful agony, To think about wanting, Wanting to feel again... But can't for he's still haunting. Haunting my deepest thoughts, My most personal dreams... So I continue to do without, Even when hormones scream. It's not for lack of trying, Or the lack of need. It's just that the flower can't grow, In earth embellished in weeds. He planted them there, With his ugly words and looks of hate. Even though I've cut them down, They just grow back-blocking the gate. The gate to inner peace... Just simple self pleasure... Something once so easy... Now too difficult to measure. I guess I'll keep on trying... Try until I get it right. For once I succeed, I'll sleep better at night. [comments] => 3 [counter] => 251 [topic] => 61 [informant] => sena [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 0 [associated] => [topicname] => selfstruggles )
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