Male (73) Single
A Slope To Thrill Not To Neck Break
Two lonely souls eager for connection,
Tired of convention d correction,
Sweet anarchy's unbounded desire,
For the little thing's and not the pyre,
Balance like the rings in labia,
Loves image ever more weightier,
A refuse from the imposed madness,
Loves Labours Lost in sensual gladness.
de Sade stripped us of all embellishment and delighted in our savagery. Yet for most of the time we are polite and helpful, such are our contradictions and paradoxes.
Here's a taste:
"When she's abandoned her moral center and teachings...when she's cast aside her facade of propriety and lady-like demeanor...when I have so corrupted this fragile thing and brought out a writhing, mewling, bucking, wanton whore for my enjoyment and pleasure.....enticing from within this feral lioness...growling and scratching and biting...taking everything I dish out to her.....at that moment she is never more beautiful to me"
