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non sexual intimacy!!!! bathing together, washing each other, playing with each other's hair, kissing every inch of their body, writing love letters on their back with your finger, connecting their moles and freckles to create constellations on their skin, running your hands up and down their thighs, ugh just expressing physical love without it having to be about sex!!!!

Wisdom from a wise man......

1. Never date your friend's spouse, for you expose yourself to death;

2. Before you close the door to sleep, check if you haven't forgotten something outside;

3. If your friend earns a living, be happy, and the doors will also open your turn;

4. Do not speak too much before your elders, but listen more;

5. If you find a wise father or a wise mother, honour them as parents;

6. If your friend gets married, be glad because your turn will come;

7. If someone wants you to help them, don't hesitate if you have the opportunity to, because you never know about the future;

8. Do not criticize the poor, for they can become rich tomorrow;

9. Don't crave a rich man when he drives by carriage, for you don't know the source of his income;

10. Respect your prayers. It is a good sign that shows your appreciation to your creator, the good Lord.

11. Be thankful for the slightest benefits someone has done for you if you want to go far in life.

12. Don't marry a spouse who disrespects you because disrespect is the sign of many betrayals.

Has. Everyone. Lost. Logic.?

Dead and cold city, not asking for handouts of pity.

A witty idea, but not logical to direct it to us.

Hate written on a vanilla cake, taking our faith down where the ground surrounded by brown.

Brown lunch, cold lunch I'm hunching over to cover a forbidden lover's tears made by heteronormative fears.

When everyone turns on us, it's hell.

Lost in their Logic to put me down where my true-self never will be found.

All around an idea to be a free world of restriction while having strict friction of where the world slides.

As some keep their pride, they're in hide, lied by the people they used to confide into.

Lost in who and where they will be people, where they'll lose the feel of needles in their hearts.

It's not hard to come into logical reason, only if they would listen.

Missing the point of the world outside of old paper scripts.

Everyone is every one of them.

Every one of them who won't care to listen to new logic, not feeling apologetic.

I don't plan to let it stay, but I sure do hope that sometime on a hell-hot day, we can let children not be scared to let out their gay.

And to tell people to not always follow old scripts and to improv of who they love.

and then...

Everyone can enjoy.

You re standing where autumn wind and lake collide, its whispers trace your curves in soft ballet. The clothes undone, now the curtain pressed tight, it frames her quaking frame.

A moan escapes; the love that you must abide, as hair veils trembling lips that long to stay. The wild wind plays, yet stirs a deeper flame.

Wind howls, your nipples rise, the heart inside, its breath explores secrets bared to foreplay. The body revealed, you shiver, soft and tame.

You will open the curtain, your body ready to greet me , Waves repeat, with rhythm's gentle interplay. The wind recedes; you call my name.

You whisper ...Take me ..

A whispered ghost of love ..I m yours

not to be weird or anything but we could be kissing and dancing together to slow music in my dimly lit kitchen at 1:00am if you even care