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| For longer than perhaps you have even admitted to yourself, you have wandered aimlessly through the desert of meaningless relationships. Having suddenly appeared before your eyes, you can not help but to ask yourself if you can trust your senses or am I but another mirage in the vast wasteland. You look away, resting your eyes momentarily and refocus them back in my direction. I am still there as I await in silence, day and night in the same place for the few who might happen upon me on their wanderings. You hesitate but in your heart and soul you understand it is you who must approach, it is you who must make the effort of making yourself known to me for I do not call out. Will you perish so close or find the inner strength to continue to place one foot in front of the other in the hope that when you do, finally, collapse to your knees at my shores, I will not have vanished? You are fearful still, as you hang your head before me, cupping your trembling hands to take a drink from me in the hope of quenching your thirst, quivering fingers rising to your lips to partake of my fruit in the hope of satiating the appetite of your soul. Are you to find your mouth and hands filled with nothing but sand yet again? No, I am real but can you thrive and make your life here with me? If it is stability you seek, I am that. No emotional, physical or financial concerns to hinder my provisions to you. Are you slave, a property that wishes to live its life with the sole purpose of providing for the whims and desires of its owner, then locked away in shackles and in chains until such time as its owner desires to make use of its property in any manner which pleases once again? I can accommodate you. Understand, however, that as my property you will have no say, no rights, nor should you expect fidelity from me. The antithesis to your design to be penetrated and inseminated, I was designed to penetrate and inseminate. If you are seeking a one woman man, I can provide that with the caveat you have either learned all on your own over your years or your mother took you aside when you were a young girl to impart the knowledge upon you that, for those things which you will not do for your man, there are numbers of women in waiting who will do those things. I will tailor my meals with you as the main ingredient when the beast which lies within me awakens to feed but if all you will allow yourself to be made into is typical cafeteria fare, once again do not expect fidelity from me. If you seek to be valued, cared for, loved and cherished, the recipe is a simple one. Give me a girl I can not help but to value, love and cherish to care for. My final words for now are these, do not expect me to take notice of you unless you address me with the same level of respect a girl would be expected to offer a perfect stranger she happened to bump into when not paying attention to where she was walking. Excuse me, Sir.
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