We come to love not by finding a perfect person, but by learning to see an imperfect person perfectly. nn— Sam Keennn*nnWe both had been gasping to fill our lungs barely an hour before, our sweat drenched bodies slick with lust, minds and hearts as one, collapsed into ourselves. Now I stirred to find her removing my shoes and trousers. I feebly tried to wave her off, but she only smiled and continued her ministrations. Soon I was naked and washed clean, wiped down with an astringent from scalp to sole. She too was nude. She seem more comfortable without clothing than with it. I slid my body to the wall of the berth and stretched feeling for all the world like a great, tawny cat.nn"Who are you?" I asked.nn"Does it matter?" she replied. "Would you have behaved differently if you knew? Does your ignorance change anything now?"nn"But I have never." she put her finger on my lips.nn"We still have more things to do before we are finished."nnShe rolled over to put her face over my middle.nnLooking down at her upturned little face I was reminded of a baby bird sitting in a nest of spun gold for her mouth was open wide to take in the head of my cock and her hair spread like a halo. I could never remember my manhood ever being so large before, yet there I was, like another short veined leg ending in that wide, proud, throbbing mass of flesh.