knowing what love is in a deep-throat world

KNOWING WHAT LOVE IS IN A DEEP-THROAT WORLD

He’s making do with what the doctor ordered. A shelf loaded down with pharmaceuticals where the spice rack used to be. Bye-bye Miss American Pie, sirloin steaks and a half rack of Bud; hello stairmaster in the cellar, a weight set and a jacuzzi.

Trim and dapper he lies naked on his silk sheets by candlelight and stares at himself in the mirrored ceiling. He longs for a woman to show up and do the impossible. Deep within his computer behind a chain of passwords,his porn stash. The quandary of crisis in a deep-throat world.

A woman with disrupted anatomy, her clitoris 8″ down her throat, the premise for a blockbuster porn flick. Howard Hughes had 8″ nails, a chance for satisfaction, just a seance away.

Listen to your damaged self, it will tell you what you have to do to make the best of things.

 

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Love is not a many-splendid thing. It has nothing to do with clits, cleavage or climax; nothing to do with freedom or the First Amendment. It’s not encoded in those three magic numbers on the back of your credit card. It has to do with enduring pain and a gentle touch.

If your heart doesn’t fill with joy when you see a child skipping down the sidewalk with two different color socks and an untied shoelace, you do not know what love is.

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