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| I understand your search. I understand you. Unlike your vanilla mate, I know the passion that burns inside; that yearns to be satisfied. I am very cerebral, very detail-oriented...hypnotic. Here is a poem that I once read enscribed on a fence (probably by a wino poet who lost his love and found his drink).
Bittersweet girl of the sad
Beautiful brown eyes that are never glad.
A sullen mouth that droops too low,
Fawn colored hair, too short to grow.
A sensitive face of a smooth feel,
Innermost feelings she'll never reveal.
Tries to be happy but it won't work,
Too many unspoken feelings lurk.
Bittersweet girl of the sad,
Can't be happy without her dad
Fawn colored hair draping over her eyes
Makes a shadow while she cries.
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Have I stuck a chord? If you are exrtremely submissive,
write me and let me know.
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