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Male
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Bunny Slippers, Panties, Tears, and Clownless
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| Innocence |
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| Relationship Type: |
Marriage Minded |
| Any Children: |
No |
| Future Children: |
May be |
| Profile Region: |
34 |
| Live in: |
Rye, NY, |
| Member Gender: |
Male |
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| Member ID: |
50730 |
| Age: |
57
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| Occupation: |
Mannerist |
| Ethnicity: |
White |
| Religion: |
Not Religious |
| Height: |
6' 0" |
| Weight: |
175 |
| Eyes: |
Blue |
| Hair: |
Brown |
| Marital Status: |
Single |
| Education Level: |
College |
| Smoke: |
Yes, light smoker |
| Drink: |
No |
| Recent Activity: |
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| Seeking: |
Female |
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| You would be one of those girls all about... ? Hmmmm, " Rabbits ", okay: rabbits. On your TV, nothing but rabbits every channel: nature shows about them, Harvey the film with Jimmy Stewert, Bugs Bunny, the Playboy Channel, Alice In Wonderland. Hot and cold running rabbits, big fluffy bunny slippers, a room - you say, " Don't open that door! " but I do and out come all the rabbits, your refrigerator nothing but carrots. In your world, Dracula turns into a rabbit, it's a rabbit in Poe's poem that keeps qouthing " nevermore", King Kong was a giant rabbit; and, in your westerns, the cowboys all ride rabbits. Only you, remember Crusader Rabbit, and love Wallace Stevens poem: The Rabbit As King Of The Ghosts. I don't know why, another night I might feel something else about you: " Pajamas " everything pajamas: on your TV, even Peter Jennings is in pajamas, but tonight it's rabbits. And you wouldn't care at all about " sex ", wouldn't need it, would never have had it. A sudden cupping to you would be nothing more than a rearrangement of the stars, you would allow yourself to be glimpsed pantyless as casually as sail by choir one kiss above the sea, to be entered perfectly would be breathtaking but no more exquisite than being one of those ballerinas on horseback ascending that fabulous staircase, your sound so immaculately innocent at last that words like moan and gasp burn away somewhere in distant field. Rabbits. And they don't land, they stay in their exhuberant posistions in mid air all around you for as long as it takes me to sweep my extravagant hat down at your feet as I bow. And I'm sweeping it down real real slow, the feathers must be replaced every few hours and the candles have all burned out, the moonlight, and the sliver of dawn still held back by my love. |
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