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| In that moment. When you let the last sparkle of self go. When you cease to matter to yourself. In that moment you matter to me the most.
What is it to be human? To think and to feel. The Greeks said that a long time ago. I am not making this up... Now I do not know about you but feelings are starting to disappear from my daily life. Looking back at the end of the day what do I see. An interminable list of tasks. Do. Connect. Compile. Erase. Communicate brief, concise. My soul is not brief is not concise. It is infinite and expanding. My feelings are pure raw and do not need restrictions. Hope yours are too.
I am looking for a soul ready to communicate like a human and abandon to instinct like an animal. Submissive female to complete my dominant male.
I hope to see you soon.
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