Sometimes...my writing surprises even me

I went back a ways, digging into my blog (which by the way I have to figure out how to print out so I can piece together some stuff to actually try and submit) - and I came across something I had written and it struck me as powerful - and perhaps it's nostalgia for a time when I felt 'wanted' or perhaps it really was impressive - I flatter myself I am sure...it all makes me want to sigh sometimes...but that's oh so cliche....

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There's a fear in his voice a slight tremor......and you and I we confront that fear every friggin day and when we see each other there's a recognition of that in our eyes, an unflinching and we only look away when we have to - is that out of fear? Or just too close, too soon...

And I grow weary of men who think they can read me poetry and then lick me like a penny stamp. I want the rush of it all to come unbidden, unencumbered by thought processes that just drag us down to our human levels. I want my kisses to burn like the flaying of angels wings poised for flights down to the very depths of hell and I want all along to know it...

Like I know you...