Lust. Desire. David. Bathsheba. Uriah. Plot. Death.
The lust is deep and real and our bodies merged into a warm, incubative state when we are together. It is not surreal or even fake. It's the warmest sensation and unity I have ever felt. It cannot be manufactured. Like the wind, that cools off the body through the window, the destiny lies there in his arms til sunrise.
#newboyfriend
This blog is about my struggles and redemption. There are tales of interpersonal conflict with men who I have dated. I would like to elevate the blog to healing and redemption, tools I have learned in my 12 step meeting.
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