I want to rip off your logic and make passionate sense to you. I want to ride the swing of your hips. My fingers will dig in you like quotation marks, blazing your limbs into parts of speech. I want to whisper poetry into your mind and imprint love letters to your soul and dance with you in an empty white room of potential. The palms of our hands embrace and brazenness replaces apprehension.
― Jeffrey McDaniel

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