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I am a Poetic Philosopher.
Dare me!
I do not believe in a love that is bereft of passion.
I want one that is draped with passion.
Compassion.
Adventure.
Pleasure.
Excitement.
But first, let’s match the logics.
Before we begin to apply emotions.
I hope that you love to smile because I dote on photography.
I want us to connect organically without having to mold each other.
By far, I could swear that we’re digitally a match.
If the instant we meet, our pheromones would synchronize,
We could cavort, as a perfect mate would.
Ceaselessly inhaling the breath of one another, as though we had reached climax.
I shall allude to point out that I promise to make you special.
Without you by my side, I lose bits and bits of who I’m made to be.
The delay in finding you taught me to be a fighter.
That’s ironic as I consciously do away from competitions.
I guess something has to be the reason for something.
