Twisted

Freedom... Pure naked freedom. It's the loss of all inhibitions. It's like stipping off all your clothes and running bare bottomed through the desert durring a lightning storm, sand burning the soles of your feet and sweat and rain water running down your sun browned skin. It is the pure animal beauty of the flesh in the open air, the ability to breath in and out, letting your rib cage rise and fall without restraint. It's like sucking the juice out of life, and always comming back for seconds. It's letting your back soak up the stars, your tangled hair given to the wind. It's letting go of everything, severing all ties except for one: Self.

It's pleasure of Ego.

Without being nasty. I really enjoyed reading that. Interesting you mention bare bottomed, versus bare foot. Puts the emphasis right where you intended, no doubt.
It sounds like it's the Id. And recognition by the Ego.
A.K.A. "I am my Id.. and I LIKE IT!" (say it like the guy in the Rocketeer movie.. I liiiikkkkee it!)

I see no particular reason why one should not endulge oneself every once and a while... *wicked smile*

Yes, you're very toothsome. Who said that last.. Goldilocks, just before the big bite.

Said Little Red Riding Hood to the Big Bad Wolf, "Why, what great big teeth you have, Grandma!"

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Poor little red riding hood...

man.. I do not want to leave now.. (see prior entry.) I Will answer this later. (my morning)

The wonderful thing about these message boards is that they will be waiting for you when you return ;P.