1974


After some time, she asked me if I wanted to hear a groovy record?
Sure, I said and she played "The piper at the gates of dawn" by a group strangely titled, "Pink Floyd" and that record just set the mood! Are they new? "Not really, they've been around for some time now. Remember
last summer when "Dark side of the moon" came out?" The double
album with only one record in it? "Yup, that's them." Wow, they
sound so much better on this album! "I am sure a lot of people
are going to disagree with you on that," she said giggling!

As Harmony crawled into the plush bedding like a sea nymph,
she would remain ever so close to me. There was an omnipresent movement within the bed sheets I could not define, where the very
patterns themselves began growing out and into our new reality!
Everything one dimensional had become three, where waves of
water that weren't were rippling in a calm lucidity of their own
interminable creation. It was fun to be part of something magical.
To leave your clothes behind and live as you were born to live!
To just be and exist as Adam and Eve could have done,
have they not incurred God's wrath.

As my thoughts began to decompose, Harmony thrust her tongue in
my ear and my brain melted. What an incredible sensation! One that
gave me goose bumps all over my body and a very strange tickle in
my chest! Kind of like when a big old moth touches your eye and
that powder is released from its wings! It gives you that same
strange tickle in your lungs and throat! What is that anyway?

While her tongue was going crazy in my ear, she would begin
doing the unspeakable to me with her free hand for I was her eager
and willing victim. I gasped and threw my neck back as Harmony
began licking and biting at my throat. Yes, I offered myself to her
freely and without restraints because that is the make up of love.
Love is anything that suits your partner's fancy. Take charge of
me my darling, for you are the only one who knows how to
love me. Forget the world and its people, there is only us now.

I knew now, that Harmony could not live without me. If I were
to fall sick, then she would be at my side from morning till evening.
If Harmony became jealous, she would claw at me and implore me
not to leave her, but I am an honest man and would sooner remove
my own hand, than live to see it touch another woman. Now I had
gotten my wish, finally! She will never leave me for another man
and yes, she will love me always!!!

Forever and ever, as will I my love; as will I.

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As I ran my fingers through her long silky hair, I could hear her purring, like a small kitten. She then laid her head down in my lap, where I carefully stroked every part of her face and forehead, while working my way down her neckline. As I slowly encircled her areola with my finger, she began to moan. I then noticed how flawlessly symmetrical both of her breasts were. So lovely and picture-perfect were they! I had no other choice but to lick and suck on them until the A-side ended.

It's amazing, I said, how wonderful it feels to be crazy.
"Why do you think they're always smiling?" said Harmony grinning!

She then rose to her feet and flipped it over to side B. I'll be right back, she said in a glowing tone, while happily displaying the finger she was about to wash. That lusty finger which had danced inside my flesh only moments earlier. As I watched her leave the room, I focused on that pink erotic palm of hers swaying gently by her side. I then closed my eyes and let her plunder me again in thought. When she returned from the bathroom, I gently began to caress her loving womb with my small hand. "Tell me you love me," she said as a child would have, so shy.

I-love-you - - - (Rubbing her spot)
I-love-you - - - (Kissing her thigh)
I-love-you - - - (Licking her wrist)

I needed the mouth of life to please me. It was an insatiable craving that was not going away, and so I asked her if I may. "Please do, but first I have a surprise for you," she said, while trying to control her passion!
As she wriggled out of her undergarments, I saw an area which was completely devoid of all hair! It was so silky, so smooth. I touched it
and it felt like a babies cheek. Wow, I uttered, it's so soft. No stragglers!

"My body is your body. My lips, yours, love-me" she said almost hesitantly, as if we were about to perform some heinous act or commit
a mortal sin together. I disregarded the abstract and inappropriate way
it sounded for everything in this place had seemed to be getting weirder. Even the very makeup of our genetic codes had been seemingly altered
to fit the bill.

As I began kissing her, I was listening to the strange and surreal
lyrics of "The Gnome," as it played with an occasional pop in the
background. When this album ended, I just seemed to stop. I, if umm. "Come on, she said, get it out" sounding a bit flustered that I stopped. Could we hear more music? "Sure," she said as she parted the canopy drapes, and placed another one on the spinning wheel.

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The name of this album was called "Forever changes" by a band simply titled Love, but the majority of the songs were just too seedy. Like the house was slowly becoming an open public thoroughfare. As "Alone again or" began playing, I felt as though we were outside, but without actually being outside. If you could somehow understand that! Like some invisible barrier was missing and people were just strolling through. I didn't actually see anyone, and it really didn't bother me that much, it was just a spiritual manifestation brought on by the music. This music I thought, should only be played outdoors!

In no way at all did I at any time feel, as though I were being
chaperoned by an adult. I was older than time itself, but younger
than my own paradoxical emotions. I cannot honestly say, I knew everything going on around me because I honestly didn't.

"Congratulations" said Harmony with enlarged pupils "you're officially a hippie now!" I then flashed her the peace sign. "Wanna get back into the groove of things" she said cunningly, while insinuating intent through motive. I do I said, enthralled to the engines!

As I gazed at this angel lying before me, I could clearly see where the extensions of her wings had gone on to evolve into graceful arms. As
she sprawled across the covers with her legs apart, I stared at it. Through the dimly lit room, it appeared to be almost alive, and I knew within my very spirit that it was longing to be kissed, touched, played with, loved! This I did with pleasure and my lover once again began moaning and writhing on the bed sheets. I drove my little tongue in and around her swollen pudenda, and she simply could not get enough of it! How abundant is your love, that I may dance and sing! So serene in stature
my love lies, waiting. As pretty as a painting, you pose for me. More flexible than a cobra, you wind your arms around me until our fingers interlock in loving bond! So charismatic and poignant, you watch in ecstasy as I maneuver around the perimeter of your loving womb,
trying desperately to please you, that I may never lose your affection.
Separated we are nothing, but together. . . Together, we are perfect!!!

All the time I experimented with drugs in my teenage years,
trying to find myself, I never realized, in fact, that it was you
my love my heart was searching for. It is not easy living, when
the very person who loves you is at the other end of a viaduct,
and you cannot reach her. Time becomes cynical and everyone around you, a threat for they now hold the key to each other's heart.
I am only happy I was able to make her smile. In the end, I would wake up one morning to find I had been buried alive.

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Like a butterfly to a flower, I rolled my tongue around in her sweet labia. Just getting my nectar for the day and pleasing the flower. Where the
scent of spring emanates from acrid darkness, and the moment of
truth becomes flesh. In and about her, I jaunted, making my stay
there a pleasant one. Freezing the hands of time that I may always
go back and please her. Eternity would not be enough time for
me fill the compendium of my longing heart, by satisfying hers.

Truly, I savored each moment, as though I were in a sweet and savory honeycomb crafted by God. All for the one who has chosen to love me. All for the one I have chosen to love, honor and adore. My every move was actuated by an intense desire to serve her, while I alone made sure
I did not spend too long of a time apart from her joy spot. That delicate nerve center where the heart of pleasure flows. Always give her more to look forward to while continually striving to maintain a perfect balance between worlds. As I lovingly ascended in thought toward a celestial
body of stars, I gently remained fastened to my perch. She praised me with words of love as I tenderly washed over her perineum, making sure not to stray too far from home in the process. I then returned to suckle
on the tiny hooded spout, which was merely a formation of flesh that had settled from purest water, but now the center of all life! She screamed and began to clutch onto the bed sheets, thrusting her body upwards.

After what seemed like the worlds longest French kiss, she was
begging me to stop. I now had to feel for the lower half of my
jaw because it honestly felt as though it were no longer there.

"How long can you do that?" she asked proudly, as if she had just won an award. Maybe an hour, I love the taste of you. As she put her hand under my oily chin to raise it, she said "You're never ever, ever getting away from me!" I then crawled over to where she was and kissed her mouth as if it were the warm orifice of her love. She then guided me into her tender canal where I found myself, ensconced in the warmth of her gentle body.

Afterwards, we went downstairs and had fun examining everything.
As I turned to look at the banister, I saw the spindle's slowly turning!
Wow I said to myself, they should sell these mushrooms at the circus!
 
I then followed my lover into the parlor before suddenly realizing how magnificent the elaborately fringed lambrequin was! There was an overly fancy pier table between the window and the door that had weird claw-like feet. Poor thing I thought, never gets to sleep. Next to the fireplace was a fat Marquise chair that depicted an 18th century scene surrounded by colorful flowers.

Everything she enjoyed, I enjoyed! Antiques, collectibles, curios and the like. One day I will give unto her all that of her heart's desire!

I continued to survey the room with big frog-like eyes, listening to the seraphic words of an angel only an impulse away. Even though she was right beside me, through the hazy mist I felt so lost. Like I had fallen in love with a hologram that was slowly beginning to vanish.

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Since I wasn't holding onto her hand, our connection had been severed.
The connection which made us inseparable. For some weird reason,
I was unable to do anything but listen to her speak. Maybe she doesn't know she lost me, or have I lost her? Why was I so terrified of becoming small again? Terrified that these new things would not approve of me touching her and seek to rid me from their world by trying to cast me out! Then I'd have nowhere to go cause they're outside too. It would be a very risky move on my part, and I was not going to chance it. There were just too many of them watching me.

I must say, the doldrums of mediocrity hadn't a chance
in the land of wishing wells and mythical things!

Even the bushes and trees outside were laced with imagination, which
had poured out onto the grass. Man, this stuff was everywhere and on everything! It was even on my own skin!!! Like strange tattoo's that
began to crop up on the skin's surface. At least they were playful and
happy, and I was just bewildered. As I began opening and closing my fist, Harmony asked me if I was okay. Um-hum, I'm just looking at things under my skin. (a bad sign) Are they on this too? She asked nervously while showing me her outstretched palm. As I held it and looked at all the exquisite lines and markings, any worries I had about things growing under my skin vanished, the way you would forget an old grey hair once it's plucked!

As my hand interlocked with hers, I was once again fearless! I stood alongside Harmony like a handsome groom while silently watching as our
veins interconnected beneath the skin to become one joining. We were
now one flesh! One unique being, that is adapting to its new world.

As I began to absorb the imagery of this room, I saw a dated urn
on the shelf atop the fireplace of a loved one. I cannot believe
I actually felt like climbing up there and opening it but
thought something might come flying out and bite me.

There were three paintings hanging on the wall, one in particular caught
my attention. A cute little girl from another time dressed in Victorian era clothing and holding a lovable puppy. The painting was notably old, so old it had a craquelure texture to it. She smiled sweetly for me, like she would be there at the wedding. I then wondered if a renowned artist had painted it. Next to the fireplace sat an antique leather trim steamer trunk that Harmony used to store her winter blankets in. Next to this and
along the left wall stood a sturdy vitrine with only half the amount of knickknack's in it. About ten feet away from that stood a Baroque escritoire. This odd looking redundancy appeared to be enjoying the festivities for he was tap dancing silently and in a chattering manner.

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As I looked over at a pair of gilt bronze ewers that stood at each side of the pier table, I noticed each one was facing a different direction. I loved the way she decorated a room. Everything in such perfect order as if each thing was somehow trying to present itself to me! The way the candelabra sat atop the mantelpiece, or the gentle way the bellows had been hung made me think of how wonderful she was. Even something so simple as the log resting in the andiron through the fireplace ensemble now appeared precious to me. Just then harmony began to walk into the living room, and since we could not be separated, I followed.

"Look at it now," she said pointing in amazement at the seventeenth century French carved cupboard. As we approached this aberrant creature; this surrealistic nightmare of epic proportion, I told harmony to stop. That we should not go any further to it. "Don't worry, we're old friends" she said giggling. "You're safe!" As we were almost upon it, I contemplated this extraneous and enlarged living box. Dazzled was I, yes, but more so, there was something within me telling me to proceed with extreme caution.

There were naked women around its borders, fondling themselves. Cherubs in scrolls, wanting to speak. Mad screaming faces of baboon-like humans who were, in fact, Indian chiefs who ate too much pudding.
There was the face of a young boy exploding out of a sunflower and finally, two young men with flaccid organs, carrying a basket of treats to the king. Without warning, I catch her attempting to stroke one of the figures! She was stroking it!!! What the. . . They're getting hard!!!

My mouth dropped open, leaving my jaw to hang
for there was now, no way of closing it.

I moved back with an unsteady gait, and nearly faltered.
Had I fallen to the floor, I would have immediately discharged
on impact and disintegrated. That is how worthless I felt,
and yet I could do absolutely nothing but stand there!

My mouth like a gaping hole!!!

I could not believe Harmony would make me watch as she satisfied these mutant beasts with her warm irresistible fingers. As I began stewing in my own distemperance, I had a very lucid moment of clarity. Have I gone stark raving mad? That I could be puzzled by a piece of ingracious furniture! I then heard, or thought I heard the Baroque escritoire, rollicking about in the next room! I'm not sure what he was doing, but I did envision his drawers, pumping in and out like a quiet accordion in its passive feast! I really thought it was going to come galloping in rescue me from this madness. What the hell was I worried about? They're only pieces of wood, aren't they? No, they are most certainly (((not))) pieces-of-wood! Pieces of wood do not lick their lips! Pieces of wood do-not-yawn!!! Just the way she was touching it. The way it was enjoying her touch, made me insanely jealous! I could not watch this spectacle any longer and had to turn away. At this point, I was almost about to sever hands. I could not believe she had insinuated herself into their retreat. It was just so baffling to me! Oh, she knew I was jealous all right. The way she was smirking as I teetered there like a busted ventriloquist dummy! Why did it even matter? Were they going to come crawling out of the woodwork and invite themselves to my party? It's my party you wooden bastards!!!

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As I studied this necromantic absurdity. This menagerie of horrors,
which, by rights should have been burned during the middle ages,
I noticed that the whole structure of the outside housing was resting
firmly on the backs of four tiny dogs with lion faces and big bulbous
feet! "Come," she said to me, and used her thumb to close my jaw.
Thanks, I said as I took a step forward. I could clearly see now
that all my worrying was in vain, for each and every one of them
was now acting as if they were either drunk, poisoned or dying.

Such is the price one must pay to become greater than himself.

As we left to enter another room, I was feeling a bit sad that I had to
watch them die like that. Sometimes life can be unpredictable and unfair,
but life is never without its reasons. Everything that happens, happens
for a reason and there is absolutely nothing you can do about it, except change the course you're on, if you find in your heart it's all wrong.

As I poured out my sentiment to her, in the way that only a child could have, she got down on both knees, while sitting comfortably on the inner portion of her thighs. Looking up at me, as though I were a soldier ready to go off to war, she spoke in the voice of a devoted wife. "When I look at you, I can see past that closed door. The door to a wonderful future together. A door that is still closed. I know you will do right by me, and for this reason alone, I will not trade you for the world. I love you more than my own heart beating. Every beat is yours, and you're growing so fast. I know you will do what is right, my love and I will take such good care of you, Charlie, I promise." I was so touched by the display of affection, that I fell into those beautiful brown eyes of hers and got lost.
I wanted to stay there forever and live in them. Then, she kissed me
on my forehead.

There was nothing evil or wrong with what we were doing.
It was the purest form of love, and this I will never deny.
Oh my darling, had it not been for you, the mysteries of this world
I could have never known and love may have been nothing special.
I am sure you would not scorn me for exposing our love unto them,
*the children of the world* for you once said to me that if my life were a book, then you'd be the words, because I had given you so much for someone so young and so sweet; Remember my love?

And one day, the whole world was going to see us and marvel
at our love. We came so close, baby. . . We came so close.

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Toward the middle of this strange trip, I felt like I was getting smaller. Younger and smaller, till I was but a fetus in a sac, standing. My mind
was so confused as to what was happening to me, that I didn't know if
I should sit, stand, speak, sing or scream! I asked the enchantress of the black forest, who was, in fact, my consort, what was happening to me, and she explained that change is necessary.

"It is merely, the man inside of you stepping forth from the boy."
"Do not fight him, he is my lover."

She also reassured me by saying, it's all right, the most important thing
to do right now is relax. I couldn't relax, for I lost the ability to remember how! She then unbuttoned her blouse and put my hand to her breast. So that's how we do it, I thought to myself proudly, amazed as the weight of the world was lifted from my spirit!

Still, there was something very wrong here. I am getting younger
and cannot stop! At this rate, I'm going to be a fetus on the couch
in less than a half hour. My parents will then learn what me and
Harmony have been doing together in our quiet time, and they
will attempt to do terrible things to her, and I will not be able
to stop them! How will I even communicate, if I am but a few
weeks old? This can't be happening now! Not now! It was all me;
I lured her into this! Throw me out a window mommy, but don't hurt her!!! My skull feels really weird and I think my brain is separating. Like the man with two heads at each shoulder who can think and answer at
the same time! My God, what is happening to me? I thought of my dilemma and could not lay it to rest. The more I thought about it,
the more unresolved it became until I panicked, and the whole
night was in danger of turning into an apocalypse!

How absurd was the fact, that through all this, I honestly believed I had
the mind of a fully grown adult? An adult who stood firm, in curiously
piecing together the puzzle known as life, but now, if I could only stop shrinking!!! The last thing I wanted to do was become a developing infant again, but it was happening right before my eyes! I could see my veins pumping blood to all the organs, for my skin had become translucent.
If asked, I could have drawn a rather impressive anatomy chart. I had absolutely no idea what was going on at this point for people were talking in my head and the confusion was leading to madness. They wanted to know, more than I was letting on, and so I asked Harmony to help me.
I need you to save me. . . Baby?

She held my little hand in hers and said to me in the voice of a whisper. "To be a man you must first be an embryo." I then said, I feel like an embryo man. *Harmony laughed* "You can't be both, silly! You have
to choose one and that is what you will become." I choose to be a man. "Then my little prince, you shall be my man." Harmony put a hand to my forehead and another upon my heart, when immediately I began to feel
an immense power, similar to the rays of the sun as it warms your skin slowly. Within minutes, I began to feel a complete turnaround! That black hole which was about to consume my very soul, would now have to find another universe to swallow. It disappeared inside the darkness of its own self, allowing me the pleasure of being with the one I truly loved. Yes, the spell had been broken and instantly reversed, until I felt I was getting older again. Older and taller still! You did it, I proclaimed unfettered! You saved me!!! "Did you think I was just going to leave you there?" No but. . . "Shhhhhh; don't speak, just hold me."

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I will never forget that wonderful weekend. Thank you, baby.
Indeed, she was the essence of kindness in a totally loving way.
A princess in an age of madness, and I was the prince, who was
once a frog. I then thought, how can God love me this much?
To give me so much, it just didn't add up. It was the finest gift
anyone on this planet could ever have given me. I loved her more
now than I ever did before, and I needed her to such a degree it
would become crippling. If I went without seeing her for a day
or two, I would begin to exhibit symptoms that were like painful withdrawals, accompanied by feelings of shock, delusion, helplessness and that of being unequivocally lost. As time
went on these feelings would only intensify in nature.
The longer I went without seeing her, the worse they became.
Woe unto you who do not believe in nightmares,
for I tell you they are real.

It was a Thursday, December 12th. I went over to her house
and looked in through the side window. Harmony hadn't been
feeling well for the past month or so, and this was no flu. Slowly,
she had lost her beautiful complexion, and I could now see her
struggling to get up from the couch, but I couldn't tell for sure.
I used my key to enter and asked her if everything was all right.
"Why wouldn't it be?" she said. I then saw the jar on the counter,
she must have been trying to open earlier. I turned it with all my might
and it opened up. You're getting weak, I said foolishly. She smiled in
that sad way. "You're getting stronger and I'm getting weaker" she said. You don't look too good, I replied, now realizing her face was becoming gaunt. Her body, emaciated. "I feel even worse" she said trying to smile. Are you sure you're okay? She nodded while looking down at the floor, and I didn't like that feeling I was getting pit of my stomach. I then reminded her of something she told me when we first met. We could only be friends, if we were completely honest with one another. With that she began to sob uncontrollably. Please don't cry, I begged her as I rubbed her arm ever so gently in a slow circular motion. When I asked her why she was crying, she simply put her index finger upon my lips and looked deeply into my eyes. Love me, she said through her tears, and I did, only this time it felt wrong. As if it was no longer Harmony I was making love to. I could not shake the feeling that I was somehow hurting her, and so
I tried to be as gentle as humanly possible by positioning the weight of
my body upon my forearms. Don't forget me little prince, I heard her
say faintly under her breath as we made the Heaven's glow, through the passionate love we created together. That was the last time I ever saw her.

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