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Your reason and your passion are the rudder and the sails of your seafaring soul.
If either your sails or our rudder be broken, you can but toss and drift, or else be held at a standstill in mid-seas.
For reason, ruling alone, is a force confining; and passion, unattended, is a flame that burns to its own destruction.
Therefore let your soul exalt your reason to the height of passion; that it may sing;

Khalil Gibran - The Prophet on Reason and Passion

My Rutter has been stuck in a rut lately with various muck in my ocean, as well as certain barnacles that seem to cling tightly to my oar when I paddle.

I haven't felt butterflies in my stomach for a while for just a kiss. But when it happens, I know it's more than just lust of my extreme sexual habit kicking in. 

I've had my problems with my intense sexual tendencies which I thought were necessities, however I know better. Whether I act against my will or not, I seem to be suffocated by my want for sex. I will overcome, I will break every habit. Moderation, moderation, vanities  of vanities.

My sense of direction is set your way, I'll do almost anything for genuine love minus the lust. In fact, I'll wait.

I want the feeling of desire without the lust, I'm tired of fawning hopelessly with lust, I want to desire someone entirely on personality. 

COME HERE.