Desire Is…

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What is it that you want, what is that you can taste even before your lips touch it? What is it that you dream about when your eyes are wide open and there’s a million tasks that need to be done? That feeling of hunger, of thirst, of pleasure that’s on the tips of your fingers. That feeling is desire and when desire calls you all you can do is smile and go get it.

For me desire is the female body, desire is full lips and nice teeth, desire smells like sweet perfume and fruity shampoo. Desire loves to talk about what she wore to work and how long it took her to get ready even though she woke up an hour early because she wanted to be cute today. My desire goes hand in hand with my passion for writing because one wouldn’t exist without the other.

Have you ever sat across from a woman on a beautiful Spring day watching her push her hair away from her ear and smile for no reason at all? Seeing the way the fork parts her lips so perfectly because she doesn’t want to mess up her lipstick or lip glass. The desire that makes you ignore the fact that every man in the restaurant looks her way when they know she’s not looking. Desire is understanding that what you have is worth the competition it will take to keep her.

I’ve never apologized for writing about women so much, it’s what I do. I love everything from fashion to thighs to the way their delicate feet fit in overpriced heels. I love women, that’s my fucking problem.

One thought on “Desire Is…

  1. Reblogged this on demezw and commented:

    For me desire is the female body, desire is full lips and nice teeth, desire smells like sweet perfume and fruity shampoo. Desire loves to talk about what she wore to work and how long it took her to get ready even though she woke up an hour early because she wanted to be cute today. My desire goes hand in hand with my passion for writing because one wouldn’t exist without the other.

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