So, since I am shameless, I shall update you on my recreational sex interest.
I have transitioned to confidant/wing man
To be continued in comments
I need to formulate my thoughts on this
Nine years I’ve known some of the characters here.
I recovered my old email and read things I posted in 2009.
I noticed, my life hasn’t changed that much. The same issues have stayed with me these 9 years. I suspect things will be as unchanged 9 years from today.
The upside is, I made it this far. I should survive the next 9 years.
He sat in the recliner, pretending to read a magazine
His eyes peering over glossy pages
Watching a feminine figure, dusting
She bent down to polish a leg
His eyes followed, her toes to tail
Her bare behind peering under
Black uniform and old lace
The feminine figure moved to the mirror
While pretending to polish, she watched him watching
Later in the evening, the feminine figure leaned into him and delivered
Her gloved hand to his nether regions
Her breasts, embraced by old lace
Truly, why are you here? There are some good ones but always far away. There are profiles that stoke the fires
Too far away to make fires real
Why are you here?
To tease and recluse, to attract and reject?
I cannot sleep with such thoughts, enlighten me
People wonder why they don’t meet anyone.
Maybe if you wrote to someone within a days drive...read and understand the bio...read and understand the “ideal match” section.
I have tried being honest, only here for the blogs. That didn’t work I wrote “I’m a selfish snot”. That didn’t work. Then I wrote “not looking for crazy”. That didn’t work. Then I wrote “I’m bad news” and I’m getting tons of mail from Ireland.
The earth is flat
I’m posing a poem
“Would you consider moving to Paris and being my model?” Said the poverty stricken American artist circa 1830
With nothing but what could be carried
“Would you drink red wine in goblets that we tucked in pockets,
Stolen on a drunken dare?”
“Would you recline on a chaise, and pose?”
The city is busy and the artist watches them watch you
A classic beauty that elevates disparity
As the artist records with coal
The struggle bears fruit
As the Artist absorbs, through eyes and mind
“I will share you with the world” said the poverty stricken American artist
Although I write a lot, some things get placed in a locked room. I don’t like to go in there. Today, the door is ajar with unwelcome feelings leaking out I guess it’s a day to address them.
Have you ever sent a personal email to the wrong recipient? Lol. I did. Just now. Waiting for any fallout. We work together tomorrow
The subject line read : A good size
For real. This is my reality I’m not a scammer.
In case your Love battery is a little low
You know that feeling...when an attractive person reminds you that you are an animal?
Your body has a mind of its own?
You are no longer boss
You feel renewed at the view
A tender sapling or rugged wood
A sweet flower or vintage rose
The scent is sweet
You know the stirring of desire
When reality takes a smoke break and one can imagine
What can happen, and all sins are well washed
You know the feelings, of a feverish life threatening desire that shortens the breath and lengthens want
While other wants cry out for mercy
You know the feeling, when desire is reciprocated
The fever passes, between a union
A bounty to be satisfied
You know the feeling
Before the jump
The heart slamming to get attention
As the body receives attention
I comply, flexibly, like a willow
He sweeps me over with gentle hands
As if I am water, soft waves pushed
I am his doll, for him to play with
I trust him beyond the furthest point
I move closer to the other side of the world
I feel him, I hear him, I smell him, I savor him
As a new bud savors the sun, this vintage rose does still bloom