I am sorry for this previous post MSR...it was arrogant.
Lover. I miss you. The touch of your leg against mine in the movie house makes me tingle. The smell of your hair and the silk of your skin fill my senses. The longing does not stop.
My shadow emotions of fear and anxiety hold your love hostage. The chain begins and breaking it is difficult. I unlock a little fear, and free one of the monsters, only to find your hands ready with another lock. It is up to me to find all the keys. My patience gets worn too.
Let's use the chains a different way love. Wrap my wrists and ankles up lovingly and secure them to the king. Force my fear out of me. Chase my anxiety away with a stroke of the cane.
I know these tools and trust them.
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