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I finally understand what's going on when lovers exchange those knowing glances with each other, in public, and what those glances communicate:

the physical act of penetration is a crude metaphor for the way we get into each others' psyches, and souls, and hearts.

I know what you're thinking, because now you know me that deeply, and I you, and neither of us is running, except maybe toward each other. I finally understand what's going on when lovers exchange those knowing glances with each other, in public, and what those glances communicate: the physical act of penetration is a crude metaphor for the way we get into each others' psyches, and souls, and hearts. I know what you're thinking, because now you know me that deeply, and I you, and neither of us is running, except maybe toward each other.
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