If questioning could make us wise, no eyes would ever gaze in eyes; if all our tale were told in speech, no mouths would wander each to each. Were spirits free from mortal mesh and love not bound in hearts of flesh no aching breasts would yearn to meet and find their ecstasy complete. For who is there that loves and knows the secret powers by which she grows? Were knowledge all, what were our need to thrill and faint and sweetly bleed? Then seek not, sweet, the If and Why. I love you now until I die: For I must love because I live and life in me is what you give. I'm just that guy who's children have grown and is still searching for that elusive Woman who always seems to be just out of reach. Perhaps a place like this shall at least give exciting reading material for that quiet guy down the street who still likes to party.
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