<span style="font-family: 'Tahoma'"><span style="font-size: 15px">THE COMEDIAN AND HIS MUSE (continued)<br/>
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I know who told me I was funny, it was my goddess, Thalia and everyone at Dion's that busted a gut laughing when I was telling my stories on the stage.  But I am too busy smiling down into my goddess's face, her dark eyes sparking with joy and lust, and wondering how the Fates decided that I should be so lucky at this point in my life.<br/>
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I'm laying on top of a beautiful actual goddess.  I weigh so much that a mortal woman would be begging me with her dying breath to get off of her.  This is not a position I've been in quite some time and when Thalia spreads her knees I know that I'm welcome.  It brings back youthful memories, not so much the middle-aged ones.  The last time I was on top, I ran out of breath.<br/>
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She asks me how long it's been since I made love to a woman.  "It's been more years than I care to admit," I say, a little sadness creeping into my voice.  I didn't want to be a downer.  "Five years," I tell her. "about five years."  I'm not going to ask Thalia this question.  It's not important to me.  I don't want to know who her other lovers were.  Well, to be honest, it might be nice to be part of a group like 'Shakespeare' and 'Molière', though I like to think that Mel Brooks wasn't stepping out on Anne Bancroft.<br/>
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But back to me running out of breath.  I would love to, in the Shakespearean sense, 'die in my lover's arms', but not with an actual heart attack.  Making love can be compared to running a very hard race.  Recall again that I said I thought Thalia likely wanted someone who could do more than just 'lie back and take it'?  Rolling her on her back was probably my best move.  Now, I fall to my right and roll Thalia back on top of me.  I tell her, "Everything still works, but lungs could be better."<br/>
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Besides, I love looking up at that beautiful face, framed by that head of golden hair.  I get to look at the beautiful breasts and trim waist.  Plus, I can palm the perfect cheeks of her behind.<br/>
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"Kiss me." I ask so I can taste her lips and have her hair veil our faces, as she bends her neck down to me.</span></span>