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| Age/Gender: |
41 year old Man |
| Location: |
Silver Spring ,
MD United States |
| Height: |
Ask me |
| Body Type: |
Average |
| Hair Color: |
Black |
| Eye Color: |
Brown |
| Race: |
Black |
| Religion: |
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| Languages: |
Other |
| Income: |
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| Profession: |
Computer |
| Status: |
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| about me |
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6' tall, 197lbs. Educated, cultured, intelligent, a great listener. Just here looking for some discreet fun. Sorry for the lousy webcam pic. I'll get around to taking some more. |
| about my fling |
I see you across the room. Your eyes searching the
faces of those who come through the door. A look. A
glance. Our eyes catch. My heart skips a beat then
settles into a merry little tune. Its irresistible
rhythm drives me across the floor. Our hands touch, a
shy smile returned. A hug. Tentative at first, then
stronger. You feel my beating heart and I feel yours.
They change. They synch. Yours beats then mine. We
start to pull apart, knowing we are one no matter the
distance. Our eyes meet and then we kiss.
Lips oh so soft, wet and delicate. Very very soft.
Filled with longing and hidden passion denied for
years. The urgency of our need overwhelms our senses.
Our kiss turns from delicate to rough. Our tongues seek
each other. Speak to each other without language. We
stop. Panting for breath. Our eyes meet.
We know without saying it. Our bodies, our beings cry
out to us "MORE! MORE!" the shout is insistent. Loud in
our hearts and minds. We kiss again. Slower and more
gentle this time. Our first lust subdued. Our kiss
conveys our feelings, our love, our need for each
others heart and mind and soul. The tenderness, the
heartbreak, the feelings long denied. The gifts given
to undeserving others. The gifts we have long denied
each other. On and On the kiss continues. Then, as if
we had gained the strength from each other we needed,
we stop.
We stare. We part. It is goodbye. We know it. We hurt.
But we do not belong to each other. So we part, we turn
and go back to our lives. The memory of the kiss sharp
and strong. It fades to a dull ache in the heart. An
ache unfulfilled. A longing never sated. For what can
never be.
- Joe Dexin 1/13/08
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