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One theory of soulmates, presented by in Plato's Symposium, is that humans originally consisted of four arms, four legs, and a single head made of two faces, but Zeus feared their power and split them all in half, condemning them to spend their lives searching for the other half to complete them:

[Primeval man] could walk upright as men now do, backwards or forwards as he pleased, and he could also roll over and over at a great pace, turning on his four hands and four feet, eight in all, like tumblers going over and over with their legs in the air; this was when he wanted to run fast…Terrible was their might and strength, and the thoughts of their hearts were great, and they made an attack upon the gods... Doubt reigned in the celestial councils. Should they kill them and annihilate the race with thunderbolts, as they had done the giants, then there would be an end of the sacrifices and worship which men offered to them; but, on the other hand, the gods could not suffer their insolence to be unrestrained. At last, after a good deal of reflection, Zeus discovered a way. He said: 'Methinks I have a plan which will humble their pride and improve their manners; men shall continue to exist, but I will cut them in two and then they will be diminished in strength and increased in numbers; this will have the advantage of making them more profitable to us. They shall walk upright on two legs, and if they continue insolent and will not be quiet, I will split them again and they shall hop about on a single leg.'


The feet of Saint Guénolé (Winwaloe, Guignolé) statue, in a Prigny (Loire-Atlantique) chapel, are pierced with needles by local girls who hope to find their soulmates.Some people believe that souls are literally made and/or fated to be the mates of each other, or to play certain other important roles in each other's lives.

According to theories popularized by Theosophy and in a modified form by Edgar Cayce, God created androgynous souls, equally male and female. The souls split into separate genders later, perhaps because they incurred karma while playing around on the Earth, or "separation from God". Over countless reincarnations, each half seeks the other. When all karmic debt is purged, the two will fuse back together and return to the ultimate

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The only aphrodisiac I need is your voice
Hearing you speak my name
Beckoning me to answer
Telling me you want me
So I tell you that you're the answer to every question I've ever had about love

Without words I use my tongue to tell the tale of us
Tracing your shadowscape
Kneeling before you my eyes feast upon your masculinity and
All its divinity and I praise you
Because all of that is for me

I begin to indulge myself of your delicacies
Digesting semi-sweet dark chocolate decadence as it melts
Dripping down my chin
Your taste is something godiva couldn't re-create

Needing every atom of your anatomy
Necessity is placed upon me knowing you are the source of my serendipity
Dipping in and out of me stroking more than my consciesness
Subconsciously I find myself rewinding our love scenes
In my daydreams
Seeing that face you make when you're making me cum
And it makes me want you right there and then

Thinking of you in inappropriate places I get
Tingling sensations in private locations where I wish to be caught between a rock and your hard place

As wetness develops my legs begin to open and my spot turns to a backdraft and all I want you to do is extinguish it
You know my body like the back of your hands
And touch me and send me into ecstacy

My thighs quiver in anticipation of deep penetration which gets me high
Body rising
Sweating
Panting
Make-up melting
Pulling my hair and
Scratching my back
I get a temporary case of tourettes because all I can say are four letter words in a four octave-range screaming your name

[Spanish]Ay papi,eres tan grande y tan duro y me lo das tan bueno, tu eres mi pecado mortal, cojelo otra vez!

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You fucking me makes me bilingual
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You fucking me makes me bilingual
You fucking me makes me bilingual

I see your tongue pink between your lips and I want it between mine
And I struggle
As you lick torturing me
I try to get away but
Not really

Running out of room begging for more up against the wall that has been scuffed by my stilletos
Again
You pry apart my thighs and tell me to be still
And I willingly submit to you because I love the way you dominate me
Demanding that I cum for you so I do as I'm told

You've molded me so I'm good to no-one else but you
You've conquered this once orgasmicless world and multiplied it
Again and
Again

My face radiates with after-glow
My pillow scented by you
A fragrance which haunts me
My room smells of the best sex
I
Covered in body prints and finger prints and you above me
Your name written indelibly upon my body in your genetic history

You fucking me makes me bilingual
You fucking me makes me bilingual
You fucking me makes me bilingual
You fucking me makes me bilingual
You fucking me makes me bilingual
You fucking me makes me bilingual
You fucking me makes me bilingual
You fucking me makes me bilingual
You fucking me makes me bilïngual


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Habits; unaltered. Love;Intact.

I have one thing to say, I'll probably never want to say it another
time, to anyone, and I ask you to remember it ::
"In a universe of ambiguity, this kind of certainity comes only once,
and never again, no matter how many lifetimes you live."

You feel the road inside of you. No, more than that, in a way that I'm
not certain I can explain, you are the road. In the crack where
illusion meets reality, that's where you are, out there on the road:
and, the road is>.YOU.
I think its you who arose in me the feeling wherein I really don't feel like looking at other men. I donot feel like drooling over them either.
I have your name in my mind-24 7...and its like, i compare every fucking guy i even look at with you.I don't feel like changing you in any any any way.
I guess all those fairytale's I heard about love and the pain and happiness I heard of really are not fairytales. Perhaps they really are love's biographies.

I used to wonder what people say when they mean 'Iam fuckin serious about this girl/woman/man/boy'
I guess I do realise what they mean.. I guess. I guess?

I just want to be there when the morning light explodes on your face and you wake up with sleepy eyes and look straight into my eyes which are staring at you already.
I want to abandon just about everything for you, I don't know why I feel so strongly for you. I really Don't know.
And its like, its growing and growing and growing with fuckin' time.
Your watchin 'pimp my ride' right now, and I am falling further in love with you telling me that your watching it.

miles away

Its morning time, wonder where you are
Wonder who youre talking to
Wonder if the sun has risen where you are
Its morning time, I miss your hands on my skin
This beds too big without you
Oh god, what do I do?
Im a thousand miles away, and Im lying next to you.

The sun shines golden, and I feel like my car
A little run down, a little beat up, maybe just a little green
Maybe its my battery, maybe its my starter,
Maybe my hearts too weak
Theres just this feeling, thought I had to get going
Got too scary, got too big, got to get out of here
But now I dont know how to get home.
Oh god, what do I do?
Im a thousand miles away, and lying next to you.

Mama says take my vitamins,
Daddy says girl, dont stay out so late
Sister says theres other fishes in the sea
But love is not a rational thing, and my heart is beyond advice
No, love is not a rational thing
Oh god, what do I do?

These fields stretch out like patchwork, on my grannys quilt
She used to tell me that
Life is a series of strange and mysterious things
One minute you think youre up, the next you find youre down
Your mind says girl, you gotta stick around
But your heart says Im too weak in the knees
Oh god, what do I do?
Im a thousand miles away, and lying next to you.