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October 12, 2003
Her hair has the feel of soft silk. Soft scented pheramone ripe richness I inhale deep into my lungs. My nose on the nape of her neck puts me in a swoon of dizzy sex drive shivers I can't control. A trembling madness of touch and smell I can't describe. She oozes what I want. What I need. Every stupid little thing gone out of sight crazy in the warmth of her body and soul. I've loved before. Enough times to know. There has never been anyone in my life before that has made me feel this super charged alive.