Saturday, June 16, 2007


Love at first sight ignites a bright light that excites irrational passion and leads two to do whoop-de-do before and/or after all the fun and laughter leads them to wed and head for the wedding bed where they will test their vitality and originality until the eventuality of reality sets in.

After spending days and nights under the covers the lovers assume the bedroom boom-boom-boom has slowed its zoom to the moon in the merry marrying month of June where money and matrimony collide. They are no longer bride and groom, just husband and wife faced with the facts of wedded life.

They realize through frequent tries The Act is not so romantic, just a frantic antic that must end in instantaneous, simultaneous mutual orgasm spasms or it's not a God-Blessed unrepressed success.

With each making grins and groans they keep on trying to make it satisfying, all the time denying, as a matter of fact, The Act is not all it's cracked up to be. Then suddenly, pregnancy ends all doub. They did make out.

Of course, divorce never enters their discourse during intercourse as the bulge in her belly develops into fingers, toes, a nose, a few of these and those and eventually "IT" will become a He or She for everyone to love instantly at first sight and to say with delight: "Peek-a-boo, I see you!"

Ain't it great to be a family !


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