Some know I publish, some not. In college at Madison, Wi. things grew wild when the shell came off. I lived a fantasy in that the pace I kept, it seemed feasible to make love to every woman east of the Mississippi before I headed west. Sorry if I missed someone. In 1979, this poem below emerged as if out of body. I was left without a future. After 10 years of the east, I left, yep west, a blinded man grasping for the door. Alone in Utah's reddish canyons, with pieces found in every state, it's all a circle with no compass. Beginning with a 3 week fast was easier than the celibacy that followed. 1 yr became 2, then scales fell from my eyes. True north is a direction. I met Miss Oregon in church, still glowing from her reign and much confined to grandma's rules of virtue I learned of friends in talking, just talking. We talked another year, then married. But as for me, only my soul will last forever and not that 25 years of marriage. I recently found this poem in my files, published in Playboy 1980. Why share now? Knowing is a gold that I no longer need. My job of secret whispers has bound me way too long. This poem is of misdirected love, two negative sided magnets being forced together, yet by nature' law, repelling. It's in the song of Soloman that love will find no equal. God meant for carnal love to be erotic. In marriage, the 2 made 1, can lock the door and never need another. Fine details of God's love is the only top secret that really needs unveiling. So what da hell. There was a time, an associate pastor seemed like the beginning of my call. I showed this poem to my senior pastor asking him to feed young couples such needed kosher foods. He freaked. To make this poem obscene is merely a confusion. In my sealed eyes I could not see and it took me oh so long to learn. Love Fuck I met a woman, who needed a man I offered my love and she fucked me. I met a virgin who wanted to know I offered my love and she fucked me. The notches grew and grew. Then I met you, Whom I wanted to fuck, But you offered me love And I fucked it all up. circa 1979 I am a retired engineer and writer.  Love looking into the future. Yea, moments happen and who knows where it may end up. I love life. I enjoy erotic moments. Occasionally I meet.  Hmmm I read profiles so as to feel out who you are..  This is me, not complicated  just being honest... my best feature.

Ma personne idéale : She is inspired, bright, loving, creative, passionate, enjoys the erotic, has joy in her heart, open to sharing, wants to know.

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