fuck it, here it goes. the scent of a woman drives me crazy. her essence, the things in her heart. her passion. her smile. her willingness to connect, and be one, even if just temporarily. its as much as we can hope for sometimes. that moment of bliss, then back to reality and everyone is bullshit. love is such a trip. does it really have anything to do with getting off? or is it just biology at work. the basic human need to reproduce and survival of the human race. at any rate i am intrigued at my humanity, and the ability to control what so many are after blindly. love is a commitment. so the rest must be lust. i am a good writer i think, and i look forward to blowing the panties off some interested ladies here. see what happens. im new to this stuff.