Not for the weak of heart.  

scorp77enigma 61M
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3/22/2006 9:17 am

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6/30/2006 1:48 pm

Not for the weak of heart.


This is just something I wrote to someone I once cared about. During the civil war...a most unusual phenomenon became apparent. Solders instantaneouly killed by a bullet to the temple would become frozen in the exact position they had held when struck by death. These positions were not caused by riqor mortis, but were dependent upon a final muscular action at the last moment of life. A kind of spasm in which the muscles set, and remain rigid and inflexible. Sounds kind of like an orgasm? When I make love to you...you sometimes scare me. You become frozen in some muscular action, and become all rigid and inflexible. I can see stars sparkling in your eyes. Your breath becomes frozen, and I ask myself. Is she ok....did I hurt her? If she is dead...how shall I explain this, with her frozen in such a position? Will her husband be mad? I think I understand why love making with you is so wonderful. Before you....all was lust. The needs of the body. But with you all is different. You warm my soul with your touch. The air becomes alive with some strange melody! You bring to life something inside me that I thought didnt exist. You are a drug that I have become addicted to. Making love comforts the soul. It is but a feel good drug. I sometimes think that I have a sexual addiction? But perhaps its more than that. Just searching for a feel good drug...to put some joy into life. To feel a closeness to someone. A friendship. A reason to jump out of bed....but more importantly...a reason to jump into bed. True magic is when you look into a lover's eye's. I guess that is my addiction.

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