Your Presence Weighs On My Daily Commute

Anna Parisi (New York City, NY)

Five million years ago, life in the Paleolithic caves were a constant struggle for survival.

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DULL. ALCOHOL LEVELS HIT NULL. THOSE PILLS NO LONGER DO. JUST WHERE ARE YOU?

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Survival of the fittest? Yeah. I mean, it’s always been about the fittest. Not much changed. We fight isolation but mope with out gadgets and phones begging for connections. Just constantly bumping into each other senselessly.

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THREE STOPS TO LORIMER, FOUR BLOCKS TILL HOME, TIRING STEPS I WALK ALONE.

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To nurture the naughtiest and dirtiest thoughts regarding your body. And to crave you with such appetite, such appetite, I can’t hide.

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Sex reigns the gallant society.

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EXCESS. I BET YOU’RE WET. UNLEASH THIS WILD MESS.

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VIOLENCE SCRATCHED ON YOUR BODY. CHEMISTRY RUBBED AGAINST OUR NEEDS.

Love is an act of rebellion, an uprising against reason.

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Sex reigns.

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That feeling, you know? To be embarrassed, blush. The butterflies in my stomach and the stupid smiles. The so lucky effect. The-I-am-so-lucky-we’re-together effect. And the giggles and the hours just glancing at each other, touching, sweating and the uncontrollable desire. I love it. I love. But then the fights, and then you just don’t know anymore. And without noticing, that constructed structured solitude vanishes. And we seek presence. Until love becomes a need, when you are no longer there.

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Thinking every day of how much I need you. I need you. I need your skin, the smell, your cum, your screams. I need and I desire.

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THE SCRATCHES. THE MARKS. OUR SCREAMS.

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To nurture the naughtiest and dirtiest thoughts regarding your body. And to crave with such appetite that the mind knows not how to hide. Oh the lust and aching! This is not sane. They call this by what name?

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Love is nothing, but the contact of two epidermises. In fact, no one is no one’s missing piece.