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I don’t mind the shut in life. I think somehow things get better and clearer only if or when. It has been proven through surrender, it has to be now.. and not as a mandate but, now, as now is all there is.. me and my dream of a new couch, my need for copper bottom pots and maybe you tucked in my shoulder, another Arthur Miller documentary, maybe a Henry Miller reading.. and we could discuss the magic ways of non violent talk..because we both know our generation mastered raw shock tongue speaking, we don’t show scared, we simply don’t back down. We haven’t been us since I stretched your toes back way too far, angry because I pushed you way too far..angry that far is a measure of how much hurt lives in our minds and hearts..
you’ve been sexy forever.
You know now that I’ve slowed my pacing I would like it if you were more available..sex is what you ask for but I want your mind peaceful, warmth like fur-lined blankets..intimate with one added dryer sheet and my home office quiet as you drive down our driveway… quiet like your breathing, quiet like the fabric’s pull across your breast when forced over your head… forced..you have always given me less than I would give..still it is all, given into me..like fire and steel.
I wrote a personal ad…I’m not a king.. I’m a servant in the hand.. perhaps not smart enough to remain young.. because humility steals your youth..makes you…
