Thursday, May 20, 2010

One-Hundred Eleven


It may not be the ideal romance, but then again it just might. Do I really want to involve myself in another's life just to feel comfortable and safe? Shit, I feel comfortable and safe all by myself--sitting before the fire in a soft old chair with a familiar book in my hand. Romance should be adventure. It should be trying and hard at times. It should be exciting and dangerous. I should at times feel threatened and challenged. I should at times feel loved and accepted. My love is a destination not a hiding place. Her skin is a map of the world, and my hands will journey recklessly over her. I hope I never feel comfortable in her presence.

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