I'm an academic (and an actor and, occasionally, a writer and photographer) who believes in having a sound body as well as a sound mind. Oxford graduate. College lecturer. Weight lifter. Motorcyclist. Swordsman.

Looking for a well read, articulate woman between 30 and 55 with an athletic (or dancer's) physique (and grace) whose physical presence, sensuality, enthusiasm, and intellectual curiosity will muse me to poetry and adventure.

A love of England is a plus. So is a fondness for being read to at night.

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Two samples or recent writings.

Your kiss
is suffocation of my breath
a thief
of all my reasoning.

I am within its press
a drowning man
storm tossed,
and broken to your will.

Your kiss
sears music in my flesh.

And when you loose
your mouth upon
my neck, my chest,
my inner arm
my thigh
I am undone.

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The wait, this breathless wait,
is at its end.
You are now here,
come down from banks of clouds,
and through the airy miles,
and walking slowly towards me
from the gate.
How I am tumbled by the sight of you!
And when we meet,
when we are close enough
to make the longing kiss hello,
you slide, like silk,
your arms around my neck
electrically
and I am breathless once again
and then resolved to never let you go.

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