Succumb<\/p>\n
In the beginning, sex was not for me as it is for some.
\nViolating hands broke my childhood body, leading a first lover to say
\nthat I was frigid, a cold and cruel beast roaming the
\nworld that could not enjoy its pleasures, a world
\nthat had yet to introduce itself to me. This somewhat passed, as time will
\nallow, and a second selfish lover helped some of my pain to end.
\nIt would be many years later, but falling in
\nlove with a truly unselfish man dissolved my flesh in fire,
\nsuccumbing at last to the pleasures that only some
\nwill ever fully know, leading me to one day say
\nthat I had never known real pleasure, never been in
\nlove, until a past love became an adult lover, and melted the rest of my ice.<\/p>\n
I honor of Robert Frost’s “Fire and Ice”: Some say the world will end in fire \/ Some say in ice.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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