there is not a sexist bone in my body.
not a one.
there is not a bone
in my body entire,
that it's marrow,
but just tinged,
more singed,
nay, more, more,
burnt and burning
with
****** desire.
****** desire is a concerto
of the
five sense organs:
vision, hearing, smell, taste, and touch.
my body performs Halley's Fifth.
my woman listens carefully.
THE FIFTH
C O N C E R T O
"She had never heard that symphony before, but she knew that it was written by Richard Halley. She recognized the violence and the magnificent intensity. She recognize the style of the theme; it was a clear, complex melody--at a time when no one wrote melody any longer."
- Atlas Shrugged, Part I, Chapter I
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Written on the bus home, just now, that being sort of an apology.
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First of a series of three; look for 2 x 3, and, 3 x 3.
