This Tired, Lonely Man

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This tired, lonely man has been snared, but I protest little . . .

She holds me tenderly in her tightening but welcome thrall. I cave willingly -- oh, so willingly -- to her amatory attentions. Supernal love revives what what had been declared dead and reawakens a worn man's youthful cravings, long ago gone dormant.

I was fashioned diminutive in body, slow of mind, by Nature's impartial, cold hand. Yet, my heart is big. Fallen, I rise slowly but deliberately toward the reviving affection offered by the queen of love. She reigns over a devoted corps of men who accede willingly to her demands. Allegiance to their newfound mistress has not been without cost to them who relinquish safe but unfulfilling earthbound devotion.

No more will love's pitiable but sincere offerings go unrequited.

tornapart

Cocooooo I always love to read your posts

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Good Morning, Dear Tornapart!

Wishing you and yours well and a wonderful weekend. I always appreciate your vote-of-confidence posts!

Love,

CoCo

tec

I would love to know who 'she' is!

I am not asking you to tell me... only stating that your beautiful writing makes me want to know ; )

Peace CoCo,

tammy

designs

'earthbound devotion' that's something for reflection, thanks...

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Thank you, Tec and Designs, for your replies. They are much appreciated!

I revised an old bit of prose poetry where the mistress was the Goddess Moon. I felt the need to change that leading lady to a more accessible "female." Nonetheless, I want the reader to fill in the blanks. Whom I describe is otherworldly, that is certain. Her captivating so many males, however, makes her appear more a symbol of love rather than an individual woman. Disappointed by the normal, "earthbound devotion" that often seems so futile, we long for an elusive, unattainable love granted by a superior being. He or She could not, by nature, ever let us down.

I, clearly, live in a fantasy world.

As for me, the physically unimposing human male, I am capable of becoming recharged by love. The means by which this occurs is of no real importance. I chose to use the male/female relationship as the story's device . . .

Who, really, is she?!?!?!?

Gratefully,

CoCo d'amour