DAMN    Damn. To be burning  with desire  for all things-  life, love, sex...  The need to write wells up inside me  screaming  LET ME OUT, LET ME ESCAPE!  I rush, take pen in hand  to let the wave rush over me  when... at the crest...  Nothing.  I go blank.  The need stays,  unquenched like a sexual passion  pushed to the brink of ecstasy  only to be left, hot and quivering, unsatisfied.  Damn.

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