I found this. I thought I had deleted it, but I found it! I am reintroducing this subject and my association with it to the world! More to come.
Even the title of this post makes me close my eyes. Embarrassed by the connotations attached. Excited by the possibilities. Entranced by the delicious nature of the suggestion. I must admit, late at night, on nights like these, when sleep eludes me and all is quiet, I have a craving. The tv is on, but it does not capture my attention. I am a hopeless case. Addicted to it. Admittedly in love.
The object of my desire causes me to search it out. It makes my heart beat faster and my palms get sweaty. I’m obsessed.
I search for it here, in blog land. I lust after words. Sometimes, like tonight, I troll the posts on freshly pressed. Drawing depth and passion from poetry. Intellectual stimulation from the writing tag. Satisfaction from you. Writers. In love. Not with a person or a writer. I’m in love with words. It is…
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