here are those [including some of our Khmer girls, I won't mention any names - 'cough' PunkAzz - in this virtual community] that we couldn't help ourselves; staring, drooling, fantasizing, stumbling over [physically and verbally], creating involuntary facial ticks and lusting long after we first saw them... the ones that drive us insanely mad, triggering all our sexual buttons and carnal desires - stripping our civilized shell; leaving us to ponder what color the world would be to have in our arms, to cherish and to love; and of course, to be loved back by such a mystical creature would create a world only God's vision could conjure up...
However, these are the thorns that prick us the most, leaving us to bleed with passionate yearning for seconds; for such breathtakingly aesthetic scarcity can only last for so long [as history have shown] if ever they’re in our arms, so therefore we plot and plan our method of maintenance and thus building an impenetrable wall of defense against outside influence; thereby creating a suffocating captive bubble and claustrophobic social atmosphere for this beauty to desperately want to break free from… inevitably, they succeed, leaving our balls blowing in the wind [for the guys] or for the women, leaving their nipples to dry in the cold winters… :/
This is called “LOVE@1st GLANCE” …
Can anyone relate to the aforementioned?!?
