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Our lines are blurring.
I can't tell where I end and he begins.
Our chests together...
Breathing in and out...
From the outside we must look like a beating heart,
As we expand and contract with our matching breaths,
Never losing contact.
His hands are on the small of my back.
My hands are on his shoulder blades.
Our necks are over each others shoulders,
Just breathing...
Taking each other in...
Running our hands over each other,
Just for the joy of touch...
Completeness...
Unity...
Perfection.
He says in one sigh what we're both thinking.
This is right.
Everything was worth it...
Just for this.
We're whole again.
We're home.
I can't tell where I end and he begins.
Our chests together...
Breathing in and out...
From the outside we must look like a beating heart,
As we expand and contract with our matching breaths,
Never losing contact.
His hands are on the small of my back.
My hands are on his shoulder blades.
Our necks are over each others shoulders,
Just breathing...
Taking each other in...
Running our hands over each other,
Just for the joy of touch...
Completeness...
Unity...
Perfection.
He says in one sigh what we're both thinking.
This is right.
Everything was worth it...
Just for this.
We're whole again.
We're home.
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Asexual
Asexual
Not physically
But psychically
I think
About S-E-X
More than I care to admit
They'd say it's because I'm a
High schooler
Teenager
I don't know
But
I've never
Been interested
Physically
It's like
Thinking about space
Quantum demands
Things impossible
Improbable
That I've never felt
Or wanted
To come
Yes, I'm curious
But only by thoughts
I
NEVER
EVER
Want to have sex.
Is that wrong?
Literature
Asexual love
Next to each other, we lay, eyes looking skywards. The deep green grass tickles my skin while the moisture of morning dew hangs in the air. I turn my head and she turns hers. Our eyes meet, and at once, we feel the connection that has sparked so long ago. Both of us had felt that powerful connection, in which the souls meet, not just our eyes.
Shyly, she holds out her hand and I eagerly take it. Together, our fingers twine. Her warmth is soothing. I feel no lust, as much as she is beautiful for even now, there is no need for lust. Only love.
Our sides begin to touch. I wrap my free arm around her in an odd sort of hug. She giggles softly
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Asexual? That's a thing?
All have sex, except for me.
Don’t I attract enough attention?
I don’t know how that can be.
Are there some things I should not mention
when speaking to people of the opposite sex?
Wait, is that even the right orientation?
Maybe I should try the same sex next,
then I’ll see my first time’s realization.
I still did not experience anything tender,
though there’s one thing I can’t deny.
I don’t care about their gender,
I conclude I must be bi!
Now both sexes I am open to,
that means twice the supply.
Just need to find someone to woo
to my bedroom and into my thighs.
This takes longer than I thought.
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Thinking about my husband as we have that first initial hug when he comes home after being away for a month, or six, or a year. It's like our hearts are magnets finely tuned to each others. When we're within 20 feet of each other...the pull does the rest. God, I miss him.
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I agree with the Savior wholeheartedly. It's a beautiful piece, a "true" expression that you don't see very often. Continue to write, and you continue to live. Continue to live, and you continue to love. He'll be home soon. Just wait a bit---the "magnets" don't lie. 