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I know I'm reeeeally turned on when every mildly sexual word out of other peoples' mouths makes me think about sex. When I feel wet all day and there is a buzz in my panties. When I want to masturbate all day. When I'm talking to men and I'm totally not listening to a word they're saying but instead looking at details on their body and thinking about what it would be like to fuck them. When all I have to do is think about the guy that's turning me on and I clench my kegels in anticipation. When I want to do crazy things with him that I'd probably not let any other guy do so easily. That sort of thing.
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Whether we write or speak or do but look
We are ever unapparent. What we are
Cannot be transfused into word or book.
Our soul from us is infinitely far.
However much we give our thoughts the will
To be our soul and gesture it abroad,
Our hearts are incommunicable still.
In what we show ourselves we are ignored.
The abyss from soul to soul cannot be bridged
By any skill of thought or trick of seeming.
Unto our very selves we are abridged
When we would utter to our thought our being.
We are our dreams of ourselves, souls by gleams,
And each to each other dreams of others' dreams.
Fernando Pessoa, 1918
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