I’m no good at Tantric anything. In fact purgatory is my version of hell. I can’t stand waiting for your divorce, waiting for you to call, waiting to be able to love you.

And yet I know that I’m a fire hose. That my ambush attack would drive you away if I were unbound, unleashed and unrestrained.

You’re so cool and relaxed, capable of anything, enjoying the moment of being. Zen.

And I’m so intense and full of urgency. I want it now. I want you now. I want my marshmallows.

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