The Itch
Ever had an itch so satisfying it made you twitch…in ALL the good places? And all those good places were begging you not to stop? In fact, they were already begging you to get started scratching in the first place.
You probably think we’re talking about itchy skin. The kind of itchy skin you get when a simple, yet aggravating, piece of clothing invented by a weak-willed torturer to restrict blood flow finally gets removed at the end of a long day.
They’re called socks.
Or perhaps they’re called a bra? Who knows who invented these things? Either way, we stopped talking about that kind of itch a couple lines back.
Nope. This kind of itch is the itch you feel from your soul whipser-shouting at you from within.
You know this itch personally. You’ve even given her a name. It is an itch that doesn’t go away. It is an itch that once you start scratching you’ll feel the pent up tension release from your body.
And this itch? This itch wants to get royally scratched. It is an itch that needs satisfying and it’ll satisfy you right back. If you scratch it.
It is your dream. It’s your ambition. It’s your calling, calling you.
You can’t ignore it any longer because deep down you know you’ll regret it if you do.
The thing is, you keep teasing it with tickles. With a feather. Occasionally. Maybe once a year. If ever.
And you’re wondering why she’s still begging you to start scratching??
Answer her call. You gotta scratch that itch.
Trust me, you’ll be glad you did.
