Man farts. Farting perpetually. Usually proppeled by eggs, chili, beans, corn, apples, cheese, garlic, onions, and beer. A lot of beer! Smells real healthy.
Principal Mortimer's man breathing set off the smoke alarms in the gym by the end of the hour long assembly.
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I gave Laura old man's breath and she couldn'tbelieve what I have done. I celebrated because it did work. WOOHOO
by xkfalling October 4, 2010
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Looking back, I realize he kissed me like a man who was starving. Not with technique or grace, but with a terrifying, honest hunger. I remember feeling his hands shaking in my arms, on my skin, grasping at me like he was afraid I might turn into smoke.
There were tears in his eyes that he was trying so hard to hide, but the second our mouths met, I felt him break.
It was like coming home after a long, cold trip, that moment you drop your bags and finally collapse. There was no gentleness, just a rough tenderness that said, 'I am finally here, and I am not letting go.'
It wasn't about fireworks; it was about survival. He kissed me like he was trying to memorize the shape of my mouth before the world could pull us apart again.
I miss that desperation. I miss the way I was the only thing keeping him tethered to the ground.
Looking back, I realize he kissed me like a man who was starving. Not with technique or grace, but with a terrifying, honest hunger. I remember feeling his hands shaking in my arms, on my skin, grasping at me like he was afraid I might turn into smoke.
There were tears in his eyes that he was trying so hard to hide, but the second our mouths met, I felt him break.
It was like coming home after a long, cold trip, that moment you drop your bags and finally collapse. There was no gentleness, just a rough tenderness that said, 'I am finally here, and I am not letting go.'
It wasn't about fireworks; it was about survival. He kissed me like he was trying to memorize the shape of my mouth before the world could pull us apart again.
I miss that desperation. I miss the way I was the only thing keeping him tethered to the ground.
But mostly, I just miss him.
Because for a man who once kissed me like he couldn't breathe without me, he has become so incredibly silent.
For The Man Who Couldn't Breathe without Me
Because for a man who once kissed me like he couldn't breathe without me, he has become so incredibly silent.
For The Man Who Couldn't Breathe without Me
by Mi & Your♾️Fantasia December 16, 2025
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