I am an atheist.
Neither reverence for, nor abhorrence of God.
I am a lecher.
No molestation, yet very much seduction.
I am a sadist.
With persisting scars and insisting revenges.
I am an introvert.
For ore privacy and a little publicity
I am a sensualist.
Woman in any form, even a stone, excites.
I am an intellect.
More reasoning than adhering.
Lust is the root of these attributes.
It is, already, sixty years old.
30.11.2000, Pmdi
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