MtnAngelWV
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Through his fingertips I can feel the blood coursing through his veins. His hands are gripping me tightly and yet there is still a tenderness about them. An urgent need ensconced inside of him. i suddenly realize that this man is made of flesh and bone.
I do not really fear him. I cannot recall a time when I had feared anyone. The only fear I have had is of feelings not of flesh. Mostly an overwhelming fear of rejection.
My whole life people have praised my intelligence. Besides family, no one has ever complimented me on my outward appearance. Now there is this man telling me not to bury myself in books and the knowledge they contain. In my heart I know that his words are spoken in truth. That is the catalyst that molds my opinion of him. I can easily trust this man, but can I trust myself?
I do not really fear him. I cannot recall a time when I had feared anyone. The only fear I have had is of feelings not of flesh. Mostly an overwhelming fear of rejection.
My whole life people have praised my intelligence. Besides family, no one has ever complimented me on my outward appearance. Now there is this man telling me not to bury myself in books and the knowledge they contain. In my heart I know that his words are spoken in truth. That is the catalyst that molds my opinion of him. I can easily trust this man, but can I trust myself?