It's strange and wonderful ... what you do to me. Did you know that I hate being touched? Well, it seems by all else save for you. I don't really get it myself. Before you, I did not want to be touched. And did not really want to touch. Sex has always seemed to me like a weapon ~ used against me to dominate or objectify and certainly to take something from me ~ or a messy activity in which I must engage to win or keep a man's love. I suppose sex seemed to me like the currency of love, and not the expression of it. I honestly could not fathom how an act I saw as violent and oppressive could ever have an association with love or passion. Until you. No kidding. It's what you do to me. For the first time, ever, I felt a man give me so much more than what he took ... during sex. I let you touch me in ways I let no others. I crave to be held tightly by you ... the way you do ... the way I let no others do. I feel carnal desire for you ... its as strong as the love and passion I feel for you. I thought myself incapable of having such feelings, desires, responses. You have unlocked me ... but only you hold the key. No other.
It's what you do to me.
Sunday, December 09, 2007
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This means challenging my self to compassionate, encouraging, genuine and hostile-free exchanges. It also means contemplating my reaction to the thoughts, feelings and expressions of others, prior to acting upon them. 
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