and i, great bear, am a succubus. follow me to my den. you won't be sorry.

Well, Ornella, while this has been fun, I have a lovely young virgin slotted for deflowering this evening, and it is the dinner hour. Adieu! Bin Soir! Bonne Chance!

what about paypal?

will you take a personal cheque?

true. shall i delete it then?

someone had to do it.

indubitably, Good Sir.

what matter what name i choose when you delete anything honest?

I am so glad you have it all figured out. Enjoy your assumptions! I am sure they will sustain you!

Silly girl. zero is my mouthpiece. Or one of them. There are more than 200 poems with my stamp on them on this site.

Here's to your condoms always breaking! May ye be barefoote and Pregnant until the end of your days!

psssssst! (he's a teacher)

i apologize for the rudeness of that last comment. i was misreading your words.

i think perhaps others have as well, and that is why the comments have had a certain flavor to them.

what if the person whom she cares for is, in your opinion, scum? how are you the final authority?

and that is very different than the line i quoted. perhaps you do not even realize that you want to cage her. your comment to mrs.god shows that you want her to be virginal, perfect. people are not perfect. ever. will you still love her if she masturbates? what if she was raped as a child? will that destroy her beauty for you? can you not love her for her heart?

get a dog. laws are less strict on cruelty to animals.

"I'll protect her from the disease of reality." i.e., from life itself, ergo, cage her up

you have made her an object. she is a living, breathing person, as are you. she is not to be worshipped as an idol. she is to be respected as a friend, if she choses to befriend you. you are equals. in your poem, you would cage her, and save her sweet song for your ears alone. you are a prison guard, not a soldier. that is what you will do wrong. not to mention the narrow range of thought expressed int these words. stretch. compare. condense. don't be so obvious. why would anyone want to be with a sap? give her words of mystery. give her breadth and depth. you have made her a servant without her freedom.

apology accepted. i see by your profile that you are young, and a boxer. may i suggest, in the future, that you sharpen your powers of observation before you leap into fights? do not build walls; tear them down.

is it not generally taught in the martial arts that a wise man is always aware of his surroundings, and avoids conflict when possible? i was taught this. i am very capable of defnding myself. i have never started a fight. i have never lost a fight. i have had few, because i believe honor and respect are due all, until proven different.

enough of my philosophy for tonight. get out of the gang, and improve your life. you are looking within by writing and posting here.

actually, the first line of your poem asks what to do. this was a respononse. to that query. take your loved ones and vacate the area, quit the lifestyle, just go away--or risk your and their untimely death. (that's the more civil version of what i originally said, but i was responding in kind to the situation you describe in your poem.)

do you always snap like that when someone answers a question you have asked?