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I've missed you. Thoughts of you fill my endless gaze enveloping me with a welcome warmth. I chase a hope, to shorten a distance-- to find you. Feel my chest; each breath draws into me an intoxicating vapor... my throat throbs in rhythmic unison with a quickening pulse. The very thought of your nearness puts me in a state of primality. I smell you... I smell you --an animal deprived its very nature, trapped in a hunter's snare writhing in pain, struggling to call upon the instinct to survive. Words have no meaning. We are not shameful nor pitied. We are chosen creatures-- yet we choose nothing. We ingest the chosen sustenance. We follow a chosen path... not before nor after... we bleed not by desire but by function; we hurt each other to be functional. We reveal ourselves through desire.
We reason no longer.
We reason no longer.