the_limit_of_desire_is_desire's_need the observant ascetic she appealed to him on every level she was savant to his idiocy in her unguarded moments, her sweetness intoxicated him her beauty in stark contrast to his plainness he wondered what she ever saw in him she was, by turns, demure and startlingly sexual (not unlike the varying visions of her that occupied his mind, sometimes coyly romantic and relatively chaste, sometimes wanton enough to make pornographers blush and nuns abandon their vows) circumstance imposed distance upon them and their strange attraction remained unconsummated save for a furtive near-miss on a summer night 011218 ... ClairE Sometimes the need for desire seems limitless. I'm sure it's not, but something as deep as the ocean can't show us an end. 011218 ... unhinged your body is too far away right now my mammalian brain needs to feel your heart beat 200328 what's it to you? who go blather from