Giving In

I'm old enough to bear twins...but I haven't found MR. Right yet. I had a gentleman come to my door the other night. I got to know him briefly. He spoke of being the son of a Protestant pastor. He was not uncomely. Yet, something struck me as oddly repelling. Perhaps it was the way his hair was cut or the way that he use profane words. Maybe it was the smoke that arose to my level of abode from his vatange point. He spoke of the struggles within himself and I was happy to listen if only for the company and break from solitude. I know he wanted to copulate but since my left fourfinger bore no ring, I could not oblige. I so wanted to abandon my principles and let loose my inhibitions. yet, as the Jewish man wears a yarmulke as a reminder, God is always with me, watching me, and I want to please Him more than I want to satisfy my flesh. One day, I will partake in a lovely evening of love with one who has the same values that I do.
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