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Dizzy from the tall glass of red wine pulsing through my veins, my skin feels alive with a soul all its own. Craving the smooth touch of soft fingers, I think of you and my world swirls around me once again. Awkward comfortable lust, somehow twisted into what I know of passion covered with the fluffy blanket of surreal love. Can love ever be only skin deep? Fantasy world of steam and sweat wrapped in silk sheets. Somehow it isn't as sweet as it used to be. The white horse has gone away without me, for there never relly was a prince. I don't believe the fairytale anymore. And because of it, my heart wants to beat out of my chest. Somewhere the make believe stopped being fun. When reality reared it's head and disrupted my idealized utopia, I opened my eyes. My world is new, open and fresh, and so am I. Spreading my wings, pushing my boundaries, and exploring my countless opportunities. My body is mine, and for the first time in a long time, so is my heart.