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i want love to hit me over the head like a purse full of bricks. i want it here, now, quick, and hard, breathe taking if need be. i dont know when the last time it came to me in my dreams. but i know it was pure rapture, consuming every ounce of my sex. so long its been since i've felt it, i cant hardly remember. so swiftly it pasted i didn't have time to grasp it with all my heart. So now i am shallow in it, deep, drowning, and dead with out it. empty.