How my passions were set. The intimate ones!

Every desire of LOVE ever experienced.

My first attraction-

Was Spider Legs. A lean mean athletic fe-line. Anything earlier was dancing, holding hands and getting a kiss. Nothing ever happened. I couldn't catch her, really, she told me if I could catch her, she'd make me her first! Fuck! That gurl could climb, run and swim. I never caught her! I was lean, tall and I could do a good pace, a long runner. I couldn't break my discipline. Ran most my life 6 miles a day. A quart a week scotch on the rocks to water drinker. Tripped when it was REAL (4 way sunshine barrels maybe 25 never narcotics, except opium, smoked with lebanese hashish).  Hey, Fuck you spider legs. I wish. I'm still the tether ball KING!

Oh, that was age 11 for Spidy 10 for me, the other shit I never fucked with until I was legal to drink. I did the musician tour, to increase the arming of my energized juices.

I left out the infatuations, for fear of retribution.

I wanted to fuck them all.

When I finally did sink one. Hot damn, she was a hottie, a wild assed gurl that lived and spoke, openly! When I jumped into the wild assed whirled of music. That was all she wrote. She married one my best friends Tony and they lived! I kept the first names, city and year of every gurl, I ever knew! I would've married everyone! We're all LUCKY!

I learned about my own insidiousness first, on demand. The Band Came First! The music we played on phone books in the diners across the nation. We rose above LOVING MUSIC, but seeing musically. And LOVE came, in waves.

I've never read in a book, what passions there are. They found their way. At desires time of need.

To me, passion IS infusing all you can love into sensations, that muse you and soothes the soul. By slow touch. Unless your nuts with fucking passion.

Longterm goal.

What? How I raised myself up, I'd wish for anyone. It wasn't because I was a boi becoming a man.
It was because, I AM FREE! I had help, from those I loved and loved me. Everywhere, I went.

That was safe America! Then! See how this fucked up guv-mint turned us into a whore house?

None of you will ever be free enough ever again to live, and be happy and free.

IF, By Rudyard Kipling, you stand up!

Be passionate about your life.

My Taste, au'passions!

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