September 14, 2006


That binding love, carnal love, of the senses; that moves through your stomach and makes you shiver at the thought of him. No other love is a substitute. At times this love has no significance, and at other times, I have been overcome with sickness. You can do without, I’m told, but I wonder if those who say so, have in their character to need as much as I do.

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