Beatrice to your Dante

Vancouver WA

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I miss that deep intimacy. Not just sexual, but intellectual. The deep conversation that stimulates my mind and stirs my soul. Candles, music and good wine. Hours of conversation. Sharing of dreams and memories. I miss being held. I miss being part of something, of someone else. I want to be needed, yet appreciated and respected. Protected like your last breathe, but not smothered. I want to feel the fine hairs on the back of my neck raise when you walk in the room, knowing your passion for me is coursing through your veins as is mine for you. I want swim in the ocean, in the moonlight in tropical waters. It's sad that I can't put myself out there, to be open to meeting a man that has these same desires. If he still exist in this crazy f'd up time we live in. Thanks for reading my rant. Love ya'll, Me i miss the physical