Fabulously bent my esteemed bias for the wisdom of women; if not obvious to you now; you've not read me closely. And upon awakening second time this date; I am with a tincture of sorrow for those I've left behind; nothing new but rare the confession.
Though I insanely love M for more reasons than I am able to articulate she has in subtle ways advocated that I leave those left in peace.
Add what I presumed clinical detachment I now think it a ruse since by all estimation we are lovers save in dwelling together or the priviledge of kissing her hello/goodbye.
Not too long back I took her hand heart pounding and lead her to the desert case in one of our favorite eateries. She did not shirk or flinch away as Susan once did my caress of her breast fatally.
Between M&M sex will soon be impossible, touch remaining always possible, otherwise by death parted or her rejection of me anticipated by these words or simply by holding her hand leading her anywhere. She is so cute. When last we had lunch, she demurely grinning my last proclamation of love saying softly; "I know."
. . . adoring all phases of the moon and sun I stood awe struck moments ago seeing a choir of angels greyly awaiting their whiteness at full dawn the moon perfectly above enclosed in cloud an eye winking down and then and then the breeze caressed me and I wept as I weep now my sad joy for no matter what takes us apart we've been together before and again we'll be wherever so.
. . . sometimes unbridled joy sings these songs from whence I know not cometh and love has molested me gently her fond abuse forever remembered
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