DEBAUCHERY UPDATE #3

DU #2 hit in 2009 on October 1st and it's taken me a bit longer to get back to the update of my year of new sexy experiences due to a hectic year of job change, coast change, world change. As I mentioned in my post titled POST-DIVORCE DEBAUCHERY I was inspired by a member on Adult Friend Finder with her post called "what a year!" to note there my new, sexy and fun accomplishments of the past four years since my separation in 2003 and subsequent divorce. So this is really something of a second cumming serialized list, pun intended.

So here is the 2010 wrap-up...Things have still been going well this past year, not so much in quantity but in quality. In fact, if numbers of sexual experiences was the goal then this year has been shy of the past couple of year's sweat-o-meter. But if we are talking interesting and new situations then 2010 has had some definite high points...

* Miss Mary, my Exploratory Partner, came across country and moved in with me in Oct 2009. Platonic in only the strictest sense, in that we aren't "in a relationship" of any pedestrian or predictable definition. No strings other than honesty, communication, caring and respect...a tolerance for nakedness around the house, a steady hand when trimming my pubic hair (it's indeed a matter of trust with scissors literally a hair a way from the treasured yambag) and an ability to get things started in record time with our occasional shared partners. She is a fearless, giving and very sexy EXP. Having someone sleeping in the next room who preferred to hear the sounds of me jerking off as opposed to asking me to close the door when the urge hit me was a nice perk as well. And her occasional hops into my bed, fresh from a shower to lend a hand or just be there to watch me take advantage of myself in various and sundry ways was indeed a nice change of pace. She also liked to ask that I jerk off in front of her in the living room while she played solitaire on her laptop, and no, that's not what they are callin' it these days, she would literally play solitaire on her laptop. Seems she liked to push her level of concentration to its limits. Not to mention the astrological, stylistic, spiritual, experiential and intuitive dating advice she would give me when I headed out head full of hope and mind on some 'lil chippie who indulged me with an evening of company. A colorblind gigolo could ask for nothing more than someone to keep him from walking out of the door looking like a circus monkey fresh from the spin-art booth. She's only my treasured EXP, but my BRE (best roomie ever) as well.

* She began using the alias Chad whenever she felt in the dominant mood and we had a wonderful experience the first time when she put the huge 10" dildo down her tight jeans and pulled my head to her bulging crotch ordering me to "suck her off" and then in short order pushing me down onto the futon and taking me swiftly. That she dressed like a man and I could still feel her heaving breasts against my chest as she forced herself in and out of me was quite the turn on.

* Miss Mary and I also explored this year on occasion with her latest lesbian lover (threesome #5, foursome #2&3). More on these elsewhere but they would allow me to watch the two of them fuck, which I did on a few occasions sometimes standing over them with my cock in my hand. EXP and I also had a short threesome (trio #6 and quartet #2) in January with my #3 poly partner who finally began sexual relations with me after checking me out heavily late in 2009 and then putting me on the back burner until one of her regular partners was comfy with another new face/cock in the mix logistically. EXP's gf also showed up and watched me and my partner for awhile and then EXP and her gf laid down next to us and watched me go down on my partner. Fun, fun, fun. Only the start of a grand night of kink with poly #3 but also, more on this later.

* MORE DOMINANCE - my little poly girl #3, not only my first Latina but the tiniest partner I have ever had (4'11", 97 lbs), shared a wonderful evening of profound spanking. No sex, just ordering her to her knees and she would scramble to the corner and cower...and well, I won't give it all away but this was an evening dedicated to her pleasure via spanking and slapping and virtually hovering over her with focused intimidation. A wonderful chemistry. We were to revisit this behavior on occasion and it worked well for both of us. Can't wait until next time...

* FALLING HARD: I can's say that this was a first, but in the first month of the year I fell surprisingly fast and hard for a woman much younger than I. Me: 53, she: 28. And a stunner. Although, of course I was attracted physically, it was the cat and mouse game of exploring each others minds via chat, text, long late night phoners, drinks, dates music, and mostly helping her through a very trying time. In the end I felt used up as she needed too much of me and I was receiving less and less of what I needed from her. C'est la vie. The selfishness of youth tosses another ship onto the rocks drawn to the Siren's call.

* HAVE I MENTIONED MY LONG-TERM INTERNET-ONLY ROMANCE WITH A WOMAN FROM MY PREVIOUS TEEN YEARS? No? Well, I've probably been saving that up for a long post when and if we ever meet face-to-face. In a nutshell, about 4 years ago now I was approached on MySpace by a woman from my high school. We'd been next to each other in the yearbook all four years but had never spoken. She really didn't remember me but broke the ice, "Is that you next to me? You're kinda cute. Why didn't we know each other?"

Consequently, we got to know each other deeply very quickly. She and I both being the open types, we started out talking home town memories and catch-up and quite quickly the comfort levels grew and we found we were both basically kinky, sexy, flirty, verbal people with a ton in common and 3000 miles away from each other. Oh well, the phone sex was insane and we dreamed loud and even planned a possible tête-à-tête, a clandestine meeting or two which, alas, never came together. We fell apart during the past year, incommunicado over some misunderstanding needlessly trumped up to facilitate an easier and more drastic way of dealing with the uncertainty, the passion and the questions so far from each others' reality. By year's end. We have mended fences lately but are both careful to not ignite any flames we couldn't extinguish. I miss the full-on sexiness of our interactions tremendously. I miss the hope for more and the wonderful positivity of knowing I had found a like-minded soul blazing with endless possibility. I yearn for that feeling again before this life ends.

* 2009 had found me being frustrated with Adult Friend Finder, the adult dating site after a couple of years on. Having had no real connection with anyone of note, no dates, meetings etc. In the new year I decided to concentrate more on real-world dating, dancing and flirting which has been a boon. I bailed on AFF and saved some bread. I missed the surfing through wild and sexy profiles of people but not the constant posing and wild, goose chase atmosphere. I had earlier bailed on Extreme Restraints dating site (a variance of AFF) as being just to over-the-top for a nubile discovering his kink.

In short order though, I found FetLife. A free site for the BDSM community. Not a dating site, although people do hook up with exciting new folks there sometimes. More a way to plug into a community of people exploring the kinky side of life. From newbies, to part-timers, to those living the lifestyle 24/7 the site offers wide-ranging opportunities for exploring information, networking, photos, in-person local support groups, parties, etc for whatever proclivities, fetishes, fantasies you may have the desire to indulge in. Overall, my experience has been enlightening and people kind and really non-judgmental. I find the advice giving nature of the groups on the site receptive, generally warm, and not only informative but vastly entertaining. There, as in any forum, are always flamers and such but generally, it seems pretty acceptant and tolerant. I also haven't visited SLS (Swing Life Style) site all year. Once I realized that it was predominantly partner oriented and I wasn't in a full-time partnered situation any longer (my polyesque long-distance lovers aside), and that swinging was not really what I was interested in...i.e. just random sex with other people's partners...not that I've anything against that...but I've found my way into emotionally connected relationships that have an open-minded sexual perspective (the poly world) and it seems to satisfy the need for that love and connective commitments emotionally that only having a full-time partner can trump. But, I'm open for suggestion, if nothing else.

I've discovered in these last few post-divorce, playfully experimental years that I'd a) love a full-time relationship b) wouldn't be bad at dealing with it being an open relationship sexually if that was my partner(s)'s choice as well c) I am not of a naturally promiscuous character. Seeking intellectual, spiritual, emotional AND sexual connection. Granted, the odd romp in the hay or on the rack would not be frowned upon. And until that day, let the fun continue. I have been lucky to, overall, have spent the last 6 years vastly enjoying a more satisfying, enlightening and expanding sexual profile and palette and I'm ready for more.

* Also in 2010 I went to my first MUNCH. This was a monthly meeting of an area BDSM support group. Great people, 80 couples, getting together for fun, food, games, and ribald discussion of their shared interests. Just like a monthly meeting of car or bridge or knitting aficionados except the conversation might lean towards being handcuffed to a police cruiser by your partner dressed as a cop and violated on a deserted street late at night; a couple of hands of blackjack with the loser having to confess some deep dark fantasy; or a demonstration of someone doing needlework on a person's privates. Well, actually, this last thing would be more likely to take place in the privacy of a group party...

* Yes, EXP and I attended my first BDSM house party and I will post about this wildly, wonderful experience, I promise.

* Unfortunately, in my bicoastal running around I was hard pressed to become involved heavily in the POLY support group I joined in Philly. They have monthly meetings and seem like fun people but, sad to say, no time.

* It has also been a slow year for my practicing Taoist sexual techniques. Lack of partners being a major hindrance. But I continue to read Mantak Chia and search for an open-minded and spiritually oriented partner who would like to perhaps study westernized Tantric ideas and techniques.

* Ah, yes and I had my first MAN-LOVE experience of consequence. Again more on that in detail elsewhere. Let's just say, it involved a friend who I had been circling and he me for a few months, and an evening delivered with the help of my EXP and her partner that turned into a somewhat disappointing but also vastly exhilarating foursome for reasons you will be filled in on later.

* DANCING. Yes, dancing. I may have mentioned that I didn't dance until I was 48 years old See the archive for October 29, 2007 titled C'MON LET'S GO

and 2010 found me dancing almost weekly whenever one of my favorite bands were playing. So much sexy fun. * I also found out in 2010 that a pair of good married friends of mine have a DUNGEON in their basement. NIIIICE! In fact, they were at my first Munch and invited me to my first BDSM party. I still have not been to their home play room but plan on when I am next in their town.

* also in 2010, an acquaintance who recently leaped into the kink life, became first a pro dominatrix and then after meeting a new full-time partner, leaped into the kink performer realm. She is WAY more advanced than I and goes into kink that I'm not at all interested in exploring personally but that are so very fascinating and out of this world edgy. So much for having her give me a tied-down butt whoopin' (gifted from a good friend with voyeuristic tendencies) but maybe she'll be willing to get around to it...I also am hoping to learn more about shibari (artful Japanese rope bondage) and learn about suspension this year at the request of my tiny polygf #3.

* In fact, polygf #3 my tiny, spankable Latina is in reality, at present my polygf #1 since my former polygf #1 (Randi) is in celibate mode, concentrating on business, new house and hubby issues and my polygf #2 (don't let EXP hear me call her that...she allows only the definition of EXP/BRE/Miss Molly/Chad and nothing beyond to taint our ever fluctuating but always deeply connected intertwinings) is into a full-on lesbian relationship roomie mode and I have moved West. So for ease of description here at least I will keep the definitions as such until I figure something else out.

* Another first was a motel room MFM trio with polygf #3 and a bf of hers, the same who ws initially trepidatious about me joining her circle. It was a wonderful surprise for her and a last minute addition of moi! this also deserves more extrapolation which I will get to in another post. A wonderful and different evening.

* In reality, this year has found me more "single" than "poly". While I still define myself as "polyamorous" because I feel that that is how I am presently wired, my real-life situation is not that way. I am 3000 miles from my main sex partner (#3 and again she is married and I am one of 3 poly bfs so it get complicated thus numbering...hahaha) as well as my EXP. And while I see Randi (#1) once or twice a month living on this coast, we are currently platonic but flirty and in my present surroundings the opportunities to meet single women are few and far between. I have never stopped loving my three girls (oh, sounding so deluded and possessive in only the most honoring and appreciative, not clinging way, of course) and I wish every day one of them (okay, all of them) were here with me. Such is life.

* On the positive front, just before I left the East Coast I found myself in some wonderful if fleeting flirtations with a handful of amazing women...an incredibly beuatiful, soulful, smart and mysterious young black woman (24) and a way sexy dancer; a dark and evasively surprising curly haired olive-complected waitress (mid-20s) and super intelligent; a young gaggle of fans of my music (20s); a long-time acquaintance and earth-mama who likes to smooch and flirt and who takes on the problems of the neer-do-wells around her (40s); a woman I've dated who just wants to be friends who is quite possibly one of the most overtly sexy and flirty person I've ever met (how do you spell frustration? She's a sizzlin' 40); a vivacious school teacher gf of a friend who I am enamored with who is flirty, open-minded but finally committed to him just as we started getting acquainted (early 20s); a spectacular 20-something dance partner who is right there with my moves, plugged into and drawn to my sexuality and at times simply oozes connection, artsy, unique, real and earthy girl who calls me her "older guy fantasy", she's also in a relationship with a buddy; and unfortunately...all 3000 miles away. I keep in touch with them regularly through the popular social networks and tehy all seem anxious for me to visit as am I. So why am I hear, family health issues (older parents), job opportunities pegged to slow economy...So if someone tells you the economy shouldn't affect your sex life, think again.

* I also began, on my last visit East, a mentoring of sorts to a long-time acquaintance who had recently split with her BF and was anxious to stick her toe (and other more delicate parts) into the kink world. She asked advice, joined FetLife and with little instigation from me 3000 miles away, dove tits first into the local BDSM scene. She met a couple or two online including a pair who know my dungeon keeping friends, went to a munch and then a sexy party in Philly and has found a new side to herself. You go, Blondie!

So all in all we'll give 2010, Three big cocks out of five:

* But for me, it's BACK TO LAND OF NO PUSSIBILITIES. I am truly enjoying the solitude and fresh air but it will get old. I haven't flirted or danced in three months so I am concerned about losing my game. I may have to import some hotties from back east. Hmmm, not a bad idea.

So in closing, I tell myself once again, that my motto really should be "QUALITY, NOT QUANTITY." Indeed.

JUST BECAUSE

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VOLUNTEER, ARM ME

i.

Lying naked empty bed, subspace chanting your name, more precisely imagined vision, your hard willingness slides deep into me, wanting to pull your hurt and sadness from you, your agonized courtship with the demon dark, some twisted sexual tonglen, wanting for you to release me. face down I wait, to read aloud to you my poem GREGORY & SON which you miraculously paraphrased/quoted to me in a bar the night our skin glancing/lingering first touched, man-hugs, public bond

Age of inspired spire of cock flesh, grip rockhard…to know somebody’d been paying attention to long distant rambling poetic spew, passed to you orally by first object of manly desire who took tumescent flirtatious scribblings and fed you, unbeknownest to me, you who seem to be in line to finally replace him, the decades long ache of not pulling his cocky radiance into my waiting ambush, he my unrequited object d’frustration

Replaced by coming attractions on fat screen IMAX dungeon of inexperience, my tortured sexual swan dive into reptilian eyeflash ecstatic swordfight, interventionist’s Erroll Flynnian devilish grin

And we’ve begun to meet twice weekly, unplanned, in a mouse-ridden neighborhood dive which I’ve stumbled toward/out of past year, when in town, gnawing a hole into her patience as she perhaps waits for something more concrete from me, some slick player’s move or direct con man statement she may be used to, something a tad more dramatic than my slippery usual barrage of sultry compliments and tongued flirtations damp with hesitant fear, instead

What I give her is a nightly handful of sweet gentle kisses, some nights more sexy than gentle, some nights the other and she accepts them from me, purrs back at this the fool for not asking more, reasons now lost over time and the back of my spine like an old ragged memory shakes around a vague twitch of regret’s passing stare. There you sit. Four barstools away, poking lonely texts into your cell phone or on a night when still on the clock watching the door for ne’er do wells, wrap warm arms around my cold shoulders. These nights when I am more enterprising than most and peel my ancient countenance off the couch to suck up to the bar early enough to slip on a long and languorous buzz that sounds suspiciously like the scream of worn rubber on linoleum, pulling closer for a sniff at your despair instead of the quicker, cheaper one-hour cluster fuck last call closing time music over mind sizzle

When my lateness finds you quickly next to me fast probing me, machine gun questions seeking solace nourishment distraction for your pinned iris sponge of a vibrant mind squeezed nearly dry by your day’s tribulations

And me quick-drawing an answer from my holstered hipness like some swami fuck-up trying desperately to say the right things formulated jazz-like, spontaneous solos, scatting lessons diatribes assaults from years of playing Answer Man to lonely soon-to-be divorcees, teenaged angst cannons and friends mending hearts torn asunder by love, luck and bad decisions or more often yammering smoke up the ass of my own unresponsiveness

As usual, even in my personal black cloud hailstorm careen into this coiled moment, etching one decisively cruel season, death march confusion, shape-shift financial ruin over romantic disillusion, my face pock-marked by gravel stenciled spike heels, fate’s unseen uppercut to the gonads, fleeting heartfelt advice culled from a too vast reading list, a sexy and sagely celibate roomy’s own missives formed from the ether when she’s not dreaming backwards years of faded Kung Fu re-runs, David Carradine in a wheelchair, old, sexy, oogling her; through it all my dying father’s comic timing and seventeen broken hearts sail toward you from my gaping maw, compassionate and hopeful in the greasy neon sizzle of these vanishing evenings

when what should be happening is my corpulence against your strong, lithe frame in a dark, wooden corner, one hand pulling your smoke and beery mouth around to meet my mine, long musician’s fingers gripping stubble skin, tight smile over chiseled jaw and cheek, the other reaching down to feel your growing excitement beneath my lunging grip minutes before I take this willing man, hard and fast against the dingy bathroom wall.

ii.

ah, that fragile Pisces heart…unsure and in need of reassurance, no matter their strength, tenacity and resilience, no matter their knock-out punch gorgeousness, overflowing sexual bravado, they are just as confused as the rest of us if perhaps a bit more sensitive, a bit more inclined to turn on tail and walk away without a word, leaving us hangers-on hanging awaiting their crumpled affections

ah, the mystery behind their evasive tactical ease, moving in shadows, ruled by their emotions, by heart not head, word has it great in bed, oh yes my spirit guide tells me what I need to know and I want to know it all

ah, the history behind those aching eyes looking for solace and peace and simple pleasures, wanting all the love in the world, all the wild abandon, all the silly giggles, hearty laughs, mental challenges that always seem just beyond their grasp

ah, the hard-edges, stead-fast armor, lurch for the comforting pain that one is used to, for when basis of all emotion is either fear or love, fear seems the easiest to come across and the most ingrained in our beings, learned through years of practice, long days of being forced down on all fours, long nights of seeing our teary reflections mocking us from the pools of whatever choice of distraction we are tossing back, bred into us from birth by family, religion, societal misanthropic greed peddlers, insecure louts preaching division and hatred, posturing knee-jerk reactors drunk with false power and the insatiable desire to find themselves perched on some rickety pedestal of their own delusion, propping fragile egos on eggshell precipice

ah, when all any of us really need is a glancing smile, a kind gesture, some help with our emotional groceries, fingertips on the back of our still hand while in conversation, soft touch in the small of the back as we move together through a doorway, a few sly flirtatious moments, double-over laughter as stories and histories and dreams are shared, 4am greasy spoon breakfast sandwich soirees waited on by ex-model from Kurzakstan, still smiling on her 2nd ten-hour shift lanky tall knowing we envision her between us being served a dessert of an entirely different sort, love love love love love love, JL says, “Yes is the answer / and you know that for sure.”

ah, so we are to love our neighbor as we would love ourselves…hmmm, kinky…love your best friend, your butcher, your baker, your candlestick taker, love your dentist, your dementist, your broker, toker, incessant jokers spewing non-stop pun-logic, hippie-chick bartendress smiling wide hugging harder soul of a healer, love ladies taken who just need to dance loosen the belt hike up the pants, love the friends that you can trust with your life, with your secrets, love your dogs and your enemies and your cats and your competitors, love the guy cutting you off on the freeway for actually NOT smashing into you, practice love practice love practice love be ready for the curve ball, the slider, knuckleball, change-up, accept the off speed pitch

accept the ones who make us crazy, the ones who make us sad, accept the fact that we are lazy, accept the Right-Wing foaming dad, accept, accept, accept, accept, accept, accept the moment, accept that you're alive, accept that you will die, accept those extra pounds, accept we will not finish every thing we want to, that we will not sleep with everyone we desire, accept, accept, accept that life ain’t easy and suddenly it is

accept is the flip side of except

accept fear accept love

love conquers fear, accept gentle kindness embrace gentle kindness give out gentle kindness be gentle kindness

~ May 16-22, 2010, 2204A for TJA

RENTAL

I saw another woman wearing your ass today.
Walking around town as if she owned the sweet thing
As if we wouldn’t know that it wasn’t just a rental;
Something she procured for a night on the town
Maybe wearing to an awards show
A graduation
A hot first date
Perhaps adding extra oomph
To an important job interview.
But I know better
Magnificent behinds like that don’t grow on knees.
I know by how my body reacts
How the precarious laptop shimmies
Like my hymn book rose and fell
back in Sunday School
where at age 12, I first caught a glimpse
of AP’s cottoned crotch
and wouldn’t dare stand for half an hour
no matter how badly I felt I had to piss.

~ for Randi, Feb 15, 2007

For those who have already read this on my poetry blog, apologies for the repetition. Just thought it fit nicely in this forum.

TRANSFORMER

Lou Reed looks down, youthful freckled complexion
Beneath blond curls
From between the twin queen beds
No sign of heroin chic
Just youth
Rock n roll unguarded between arrogance and grace
And while she freshened up after an evening out
Dining deliciously on erotically exotic drinks
Sexy fish and saucy sides
I pulled a floor to ceiling mirror
Away from the wall
Dragging it across the room
To snuggle it into the crack between the bed and the wall
Checking the angle for optimum exposure
Our sensual doppelgangers
To rise from the crisp white sheets
As if another couple
We seeing us just in reach
Our excitement daring them to reach out and grab a handful
Something illicitly taboo.

-- Hollywood, 3/31/08 – Roosevelt Hotel, Room 612 – for Randi

For those who have already read this on my poetry blog, apologies for the repetition. Just thought it fit nicely in this forum.

WITHOUT PROVISIONS

Obsessed with love
From opposite poles
You with your redemption of revenge
Running from tri-pronged words
Lovers in your wake,
Leaping into the arms of Brave New Girl,
My own lust for love’s Medusian forms
Disparate, but quite desperate
For any slight permutation
To the point of self-hypnosis
Confusion of what is
And what will never be.
Two delusionists procrastinating their way
Through long, lonely patches
Of sloth-like self-immolation and deception
Missing boats, points, shivering seminal connections
Hanging from the rafters around us
Hungry for a little heartbeat
And slipping past us on the wings
Of my indecision
And your books of rules.

So you seek
Without judging
Those beneath you
Those you can save
Those you can ache to understand
Hoping
In the race to walk away
That the very thing which attracts you
Will make them easier to leave.
The big boned, the old daddies,
The misfit, artistic, needy and dysfunctional
Who contribute
To your own self-worth
Add texture and drama and inspiration and obstacle
To your daily grind
Some sense of being needed
Some sense of being flawed enough
To allow you to shine.

I seek the illusive beauty
The perfect smile
Round, young ass of a teen
On a full-grown, genius guruette
Someone I can worship
Bend over.
Walking dictionary goddesses
Wanting nothing more than to live their lives to fill my head
My bed
My waking moments with discovery
Sinful fire-breathing naughtiness
Accepting my genuflection
With my dominant stare,
Physical largess matching
Serve for serve
My passionate heart
My servitude
And enveloping embrace
With my self-flagellating doubt.
Iron filaments gather around me
Pulled with me toward the magnetic sphere
Of those not ready
To trust their own ability to love,
Pulled t’ward those damaged by
Fathers, boyfriends
Con men and hypocrites
All unable to hold tightly to their responsibilities
Express their love for anything but their own myopic screeds
Or those who take the first train out of Daddyville
By choice or fate
Leaving their sad, little girls to wonder why
Sitting on steps each night
Waiting for his big hands to sweep them up;
Impaled on the bitterness of cheating lovers
Harsh and ignorant men
Their own spiritless souls seeking
More than is willing to be given
Brothers gone on with life
Boyfriends greedy with lust
Girlfriends neck deep in temptation
Misunderstanding
Insecurity and
All of those mismatched,
Mistakes
Discarded moments
Miscalculated
Maligned
Possibilities
Tossed into the flames
Fear
Laziness
The drive for the perfect
Beast
Love’s precarious reputation
Holding the match.

And there we sit
Needing and wanting
What we cannot accept
What we will not fully give--
Everything.
There are those of us
Who cannot handle the torturous
Self-exposure
Seeking the restitution of revenge
Conscious and unconscious gaming
Positioning
Manipulations
The outward blaming
Replacing the outpouring of love’s unbridled
Flow
And all of us ego-driven
To the brink of self-delusion.

So the thoughtful of us
Hunker down in our solitude
Rolling an emotional fatty
A phalanx of equations, probabilities, deceptions and epiphanies
Around in our heads
Before we touch a match to it
Inhaling its smokescreen with hope
A candy drop you cannot resist biting into too soon.
We fail to be godlike
Use timing as our alibi
Being misunderstood as our cloak
Our cover.
We stand alone
Surrounded by God’s love
The universal bliss of our very existence as proof
Ignored in the cannonball leap
Looking for that big splash
Courting the deep end.
Just not damn sure.
Just wanting more.
Just needing
Our arms
Around the elusive
One
Forever
Loved.

~ for Miss Mary, 1/4/09 Big Bear City