I am fundamentally introverted and given to thought. I am often perceived
as very (or overly) pondering and i'm also both considerate and very
cautious. I am organized and schedule oriented, often planning
extensively. I can be highly creative in activities such as poetry, art
and mathematics - and i'm sensitive to others. Because of this
sensitivity and my thoughtfulness i can become preoccupied with the
tragedy and cruelty in the world which makes me susceptible to
depression and moodiness. Often i am a perfectionist. My desire for
perfection often results in a high degree of personal excellence but
also makes me to be highly conscientious and difficult to relate to
because others often cannot please me. I am self-reliant and
independent, preferring to do things myself in order to meet my
standards. One negative part of me is that i can get so involved in what
i am doing that i forget to think of other issues. My caution enables me
to prevent problems that the more impulsive personality runs into, but
can also cause me to procrastinate and remain in the planning stage of a
project for very long periods.
Tonight i would stay awake and think about how we eloped into mysteries. You came in and stuffed my mind with effervescent chemistry. I couldn't breathe. All i knew was, i wanted to strip you naked and disvirgin your imagination with words borne from a heart yearning for intimacy. But i was dumb... silence gagged me like a prisoner tortured by the snares of grief. All i could see was temptation staring at me in stern disbelief. "Do something" my alter ego would say. But all i could do was take my mind on a erotic spree to love's garden. I would take your hands and slowly caress them light and thin. Hypnotizing my senses into the pores of your skin. I wanted you to feel what i feel. I wanted to dissolve into your memories and hack them with images of me. I wanted to wet the appetite between your thighs with testimonies of godliness and raw passion. I wanted to perform the ceremony of consummation. I would look at you and break into a smile governed by naughty ideas and...
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