Finding men talking about her curves all the time was quite tiresome
It made her wish they were a little less… conical
Geometrical arguments be what they may, the boys never added things up correctly
Underestimating her desire to derive their equations
Relying on a vanishingly small probability that she would be impressed by the results
Especially since their plots would undoubtedly be too small and dreadfully unenlightening
Corruption pulsed within his veins energizing his desire to do wrong
Extracting money from the misery and oppression around him
Leaving him to live a life of luxury built upon the pain of others
Losing his soul bit by bit behind the bars of inhumanity
Why should he be tortured because of his desire to have all the things
And not be able to have them because they cost too much?
Not that he was going to let that small problem stop him from getting his fix
This safe, though…
Signals of her desire radiated outward at the speed of emotion.
Even as dense as he was, he had to sense something.
Nodding, he seemed ready to speak. She stepped closer, hopeful.
Don’t you know it he ran away instead? Next time she was going to try semaphore!
The desire to have it was overwhelming
He could feel his palms itch with anticipation
It would be so easy to just palm it right now
Everyone would be clueless, but what fun would that be
For if he waited till tonight, then it would be a challenge
Obviously, age is just a number counting trips around the sun
Leaving its loving marks on mind and body
Despite our desire for the contrary
The desire from human contact
On the arm, shoulder, a full hug
Unties stress and allows us to feel like we belong
Critical to our wellbeing
He took it too far though
Lincoln believed he was very confident in who he was, but still had this aching desire to be called pretty by someone. Hell, anyone. He was called many things, but never that magical word.
Finally, after a long time of searching everywhere, he finally heard the words, “You are pretty, Lincoln.” It put such a huge smile on his face.
He wished he could have hugged the man in the mirror who said it, but instead he wrapped his arms around himself. It might not be much, but it was a start.
He had to be the first to believe.
You always wanted to do that
Even though you were worried about what people would think
And maybe that was part of the appeal
Risqué behavior does have a certain je ne sais quoi
Nonetheless, you won’t act on your desire
Begin your journey with the blessing of desire
Always want to experience the adventure
Live in every moment along the way
And if something bad happens, remember the end goal
Never lose sight of that. Get up, dust yourself off and continue
Can’t make it to the end? Then find a new spot on the horizon and go
Equilibrium in all things, except in life experience. There seize everything