Why is it that what you're not "supposed" to have
has a tantalizing effect, causing you to seek it out, nibble, and enjoy the
taste?
Is that why stolen kisses are sweet or the desired touches
that are never brought up in polite conversation, even with the couple holding hands and chatting politely in a crowd and knowing what they'd rather be doing?
The erotic is like droplets of water, weakening the sides of
a stream bed, carrying away tiny portions until a larger section washes in and
eventually the stream becomes wider and the water moves more swiftly.
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