
#76190 Shauntal paced about in her office as she wrote and mused aloud her thoughts. "Why does the mind brew creativity during the nocturnal hours? No. Creativity isn't the right word one should use. These thoughts are indeed creative, but they lack the innocence that the word suggests.
#76190 These are intrusive thoughts and ideas that allow the mind to ponder when the mind wanders but never to be acted upon. So why is it... when I find myself mere inches from you, my mind has these thoughts? Ideas of whispering my desires with no shame, your hand held within mine as I'm encouraged to act upon my desires. Thoughts of expressing myself in ways my written word could never accomplish.
#76190 Thoughts of screaming about each of my faults, my insecurities.. only to still have your arms wrap around me as if to say 'It's okay to be vulnerable in my arms without judgment'.
#76190 Why. . .?
#76190 Have I grown so soft and vulnerable around you that my usual walls separating myself from the world have magically..disappeared? Is it the night that encourages these thoughts, or is it the way you continue to love me in that selfless way that you do? Is it wrong to have such thoughts?"

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Shauntal

Shauntal paced about in her office as she wrote and mused aloud her thoughts. "Why does the mind brew creativity during the nocturnal hours? No. Creativity isn't the right word one should use. These thoughts are indeed creative, but they lack the innocence that the word suggests.

These are intrusive thoughts and ideas that allow the mind to ponder when the mind wanders but never to be acted upon. So why is it... when I find myself mere inches from you, my mind has these thoughts? Ideas of whispering my desires with no shame, your hand held within mine as I'm encouraged to act upon my desires. Thoughts of expressing myself in ways my written word could never accomplish.

Thoughts of screaming about each of my faults, my insecurities.. only to still have your arms wrap around me as if to say 'It's okay to be vulnerable in my arms without judgment'.

Have I grown so soft and vulnerable around you that my usual walls separating myself from the world have magically..disappeared? Is it the night that encourages these thoughts, or is it the way you continue to love me in that selfless way that you do? Is it wrong to have such thoughts?"