Posted by Susan47 on September 26, 2007, at 14:01:51
Well.
Today I drove up your street
Because it was the shortest way
from x to z, and I remembered
an emerald green jacket one day, there.
Where I actually really expected to see it, but was yet surprised ... Surprise. My god you exist, in body not just in imagination ... you have a physical body, and There
There.
There it is.My dear therapist.
A man, like many, very many of your kind .. hard and soft, wonderful, delicious .. hah. I wouldn't know, now.
Which is a good thing, is it not? I have no wish to make anyone whimper. Not because of who I am, nor who they are ... They. You. All of you. All of them, the men.
Listen.
Here is an attitude.
One I've imagined, and seen, and not wanted to see .. but there it is.
A man. Seeing a lot of women.
Daily.
Alone.
A man. Seeing a lot of couples.
Daily.
Alone.
A man. Experienced. Worldly. If not through direct experience, then certainly through vicarious means. Yes.
All right, then.
A man with imagination.
A man with dignity .. soul, humour .. expressiveness .. oh yes, those eyes. Your bbe's. Ah.
Yes. And you do know how to mirror.
So very well, so well in fact, that it's a way of life.
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