"Maybe we will sleep together one day." He said to her. "Maybe we won't. But if we do I want it to be because I become the only structure to support you as your legs begin to melt, as your whole being turns to liquid form and crashes against my sturdy banks. As we grow weary of resisting the gravity that, when left unchecked, compels us to fall into one another, we find our natural place in one another's arms. The arcs of the electromagnetic waves between us diminish in length as we draw together, with eager lips, eager loins. Time stops in such a place, and the sound of each sigh and every utterance of passion echoes off the infinite, the immediate, as eons of anticipation collide in the only moment that ever was." She continued to stare at him for a moment, then said simply, "Whoa." "Because," he cleared his throat. "That's just how I roll." A brief history of me:

Writer, musician, artist, pleasure seeker - not necessarily in that order. The above is from a current work in progress. Happily married for twelve years, openly married for two. I gravitate towards those who have and are able to appreciate a creative mind. I appreciate the female form and the female mind in all the myriad manifestations. I'm amiable, respectful, a true gentleman, unless and until the situation might call for something not so gentle.