23 May 2006


The craving for Twizzlers disappeared as I wrote about it. But there are others. There are always others. And they're not all related to hormones. Or maybe they are.

Unobstructed nostrils.
My bed.
A cold beer on a warm patio.
A whisper in my ear, lips so close I get chills.
A day off.
A hug. But more than just a hug; to be folded into arms that make me feel safe, happy and loved. Really, though, "just" a hug would do wonders.

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