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need the contact, skin to skin, heart to heart, me to you.

You are a map of every destination I want to discover.

Your eyes are the sunrises and sunsets of my days

I build my own walls, yet I am

not strong enough to tear them down

The necessity to be desired eats away at us all

She is only a star within my entire galaxy, but you looked at her and thought she was the sun.

The idea of him was appealing.

Addicting.

But he, himself, I didn’t actually care for.

Which I guess makes me heartless.

And maybe I am.

Because I don’t feel

ike my rough edges. Smooth women are too easy to climb.
I don’t like easy.
I want a man willing to hike mountains for me, or I don’t want a man at all.

I like my rough edges. Smooth women are too easy to climb.
I don’t like easy.
I want a man willing to hike mountains for me, or I don’t want a man at all.

Life is to be lived—
To experience adventure.
To travel the world.
To learn exciting things.
And it is too short
to not.