Fathering As Lovemaking
Making love to one woman and always the same woman for a lifetime seems after a time to some men unbalanced if two people so randomly chosen fitted without a problem and if it is true that knowing someone means learning to love them and knowing one woman means knowing all women then why should choice be reduced to the crudeness of the simplification which makes choice possible?
They at this juncture become the ones who moving in and out of lives at the end will say whoever it was the name the face forgotten at the moment of truth they loved them.
Or become fathers plunging into that deepest of male fears that a woman not only can but will take it and yes part of them does disappear and as if broken off keeps going is lost inside then grows as he never did and reaches her as he never could and fills even her love with love until at last it begins with contraction pain waves of distention volcanic firing at which she opens and love has a face a body as he gathers in the lost slippery insistence and knows for once and for all what it is to be a woman. Then at last
a man he knows as a man from the light in her eyes and the ease of her wakefulness lovemaking was what it was but now more this glowing promise of all the dolls he never cared for he sees bring women crowding around to hold to handle kiss fondle his flesh in a bundle women too old or so he would have and girls so young as to seem barely and say things they would otherwise never
and sees his wife make milk and knows whatever changes her for him she will never age.
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