It was the day of my sexual awakening
It was beautiful
She was gentle
And she was quiet
I think she was as excited as I
As we lay together
A tangled web of limbs and whispers
I knew there would be more moments like this
Then my father burst in the door
And he turned on the lights of the storeroom
My nakedness startling him
Her nakedness startling him
‘What’s going on here?’ He shouted
I fumbled about for my clothing
Trying to hide my adolescent body and get dressed at the same time
She lay peacefully quiet, seemly immune to my father’s presence
‘My God Son, this is an abomination! And here in my store!’
I couldn’t say anything; love has no language, the heart can’t speak for itself
So I chose to remain silent
‘You’re sick..what am I going to tell your mother?’
He was fuming
‘She should be in the sporting goods section? Not here in the storeroom!’
He moved towards her and picked up some of her discarded clothing
‘And these, these are from the Women’s casual summer wear collection….’
He picked up her intimate garments that only minutes ago I so gracefully removed
(Although I did struggle with the brassiere snaps and had to use my teeth to unclasp them)
‘And these are from the lingerie department!’
‘They’re ruined..I can’t sell these to anyone…’
I was dressed now
Trying to look defiant to impress Mosha
I wanted to cover her up
Her white skin glowing in the fluorescent light
My father grabbed Mosha by the ankle, jerked her up to the standing position
Her head spun around several times until it was it was facing backwards
And her black wig fell to the ground
Her plastic bald head looking so vunerable
Mosha’s face was next to his
For a moment I thought she might kiss my father
Mosha was reckless like that
Then he turned and walked back into the store
Mosha’s white bottom, the last thing I saw before the door closed
I knew she wouldn’t get far
She’s be in the sporting goods department
Dressed in hip waders, a hat full of lures
and staring out over the kayaks and archery equipment
It was okay
I was going to be closing up tonight
And Mosha and I would meet up
We’ll be lovers once again
I have already eyed some attractive lounge wear she would look quite fetching in
(I may not go the trouble of picking out a brassiere this time)
And we’ll put today behind us
I’ll fix her neck so it won’t spin around again…that is a little disturbing to see
And simply let love guide us on our path of togetherness

Today’s sports heroes and superstars
Know that it’s not all about the hard work and dedication
And who wins or loses the game
It’s all about whom they can have sex with after the match

Personals:
Hello
I’m a 38 year old single male
I’ve recently found myself alone and I’m looking for company
My mother died (not by my hands! That’s a joke. LOL)
So I’ve got the house to myself
And I think it’s time get out more and find a companion
Of course my mother and I had the cats for companionship
But now that she is gone I’ve gotten rid of them
Threw them in a sack and drowned them in a pond
(I didn’t do that! That was joke! LOL)
They all have gone to loving homes
I like the outdoors, but not all the time
I don’t like it when it’s too windy
I tend to get blown away like leaves down the street
(That’s a joke…some people find me extraordinarily thin and say that might happen to me..as if…LOL)
I like music
Especially music by Gypsies
Their music frees the soul
And makes you glad you are free
And they are behind bars where they should be
Because they like to steal things from you
And get you drunk and have there way with you
That never happened to me ….it happened to other personality, Roger
(That was a joke, I don’t have split personality, honestly, you can even ask Roger… LOL)
I like long walks along the hydro lines
And laughing over stupid things that are inappropriate
And only funny to you and the person you’re drunk with
And you’re watching someone else try and struggle free from their duct tape bonds
(That was a joke..I would never tie anyone up with duct tape…unless they asked me too…LOL)
So call me, or text me or check out my Facebook page
I can’t believe the Facebook censors let my pictures get thru
(just kidding…they aren’t that bad as long you don’t mind body hair…LOL)
My password for contacting me is
“Mr. Sexalot’
(that was a joke…that’s not my password..LOL)
It’s
‘Manta Ray 5 Golden Warrior’
I look forward to you meeting with you