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ExcessOfArdor

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Friends:
Tasteofpleasure
I'm here to meet people, but I'm specifically here (and figuratively here) because I'm hoping to find a broader fulfillment than I've usually been able to have in the past, both outside and inside of the bedroom. I'm also engaged in a sustained streak of new experiences and an adjustment of impulse control. I'm tweaking my inhibitions in an effort to do things that I want in a way that's thoughtful and wise but also daring and somewhat chaotic. In essence, I'm actually attempting to enjoy life, having been a little hedonistic and a little stoic and now moving close to something vaguely epicurean.

One of my hobbies is creating a mood. I use conversation and an environment with the intent of crafting an experience. I enjoy entertaining people. I think good conversation is an excellent complement to a wide variety of activities; I consider it an end as well as a means. One of the things that I enjoy most is making a woman happy. I love to see appreciation, laughter, curiosity and satisfaction in the eyes of a woman whose attention I have acquired. I'm communicative and attentive, and desirous to please. That's a bit vague, perhaps, but I'm hoping to convey something more of my intent in creating this profile. I won't delve too much further into desire, fantasy, experience or proclivity; I feel that's a bit more than I'd like to reveal to all who view this profile.

However, here are a few random things to flesh me out:

I love a good nap on a rainy day. Contrasting sensations can heighten pleasures. A long, quiet walk in the rain can set up a calm, tired, damp that enables a hot shower to create such a feeling of heat and clean that when you slide into fresh cool sheets and warm blankets you end up in a perfect middle and you know what Goldilocks felt. It feels better, more evident sensation, knowing and recognizing that feeling and all of it's elements.

I've always wanted different things than most people. In the past, at different times, I've hesitated to act, I've acted without thinking and I've resisted acting. I've come to a point in my life where I try to act on reasonable impulses, even when they seem unreasonable to others. Simple things are easiest to follow through on, but I make an effort even with the others. If I feel like it I walk through fountains, instead of around them. I help strangers carry things whenever I can. I say hi when people make eye contact on the street. I climb trees. I sit in silence. I swim at night in a pond in a cemetery while the rain falls. I tell people when I like them and why I like them if I can figure that out. I still resist telling them I dislike them, I don't like being mean, but I do counter their conversation or simply walk away if I feel the need. I wander with no plan and find something to appreciate about where ever I end up.

I make a point of remembering things because it makes people happy and I like that. I can bring you coffee any way you ask, or, the second time, exactly the way you like it without being asked. I could also think of ways that you haven't yet imagined if you crave variety.

There are not nearly so many used book stores around here as there used to be. I lament that. I like the smell of used books more than new and I like the randomness of finding something you may normally have overlooked or resisted paying too much for.

I am confident that I'm worth getting to know; I'm easy to get along with; I don't have too many expectations; I am easily amused but seek creative entertainment; I know the difference between true hardship and minor difficulty or conflict and don't complain about the latter; I am simple and easy with regard to practical interaction but quite the opposite when it comes to fully understanding and appreciating; I prefer to keep my drama in the box.

The moon has beautiful beaches,
      Weathered in the passage of
                       Time
                             Slipping
                                       By no oceans they lie,
                       Silent and Clean
                                           in Vacuum ...
     

Things to do ...



I am constantly distracted by things that I don't know. I am constantly flitting from page to pen to paper, from smile to hand to heart to left shoe untied. I have a moment and I can't help but use it to think and to thank and to thread things together like they were words. Things like money and motivation; things like harbors and hope and pencils and popes and grass and a door handle and mandolins and the wind; things like artichokes and love. Silly bee, bonnets are for babies; silly spider, sonnets are spun in the night, when babies cry and fathers sleep and mothers wonder why...and trees sit still and fill their thoughts with treasure to be counted when life passes by again in that heady moment just before they play to pass and instead simply stop trying, to pretend, to be alive, to be a life more than the words they've gathered and now can not express, words that have long ago become too enormous to pass through the mouth of anything other than a trumpet, or a swan.




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They call it an f-hole ...


Oh, I do have a fetish for the women of the orchestra, stage lit in their concert black. Formal..yet functional; elegant...yet loosely playful; with subtle variations in their dress giving hints of deeper personalities.

My gaze is transfixed by those that grip their deep-voiced and powerful wooden instruments between their legs. I can feel the same music that reverberates upon their sex, inside their tightened thighs.

The lighter strings pounce upon me with arms strong and rhythmic, easing me into moments of frenetic joy.

The woodwinds tease with nimble lips and fingertips upon their instruments, while a woman in the brass leads to thoughts of furious agility.

The members of the chorus complement the woodwinds' agile flirting with mouths open wide and heaving chests drawing me inside the sound.

Even the timpani, if I can find one under a woman's control, patiently and expectantly waits for the perfect moment to percuss my heart.

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