Brought Up With Fair Love

Having been brought into the light with motherly mirth, and it was a miracle indeed, beginning to breath... being greeted by the first sunray on a gelid, snowy February day. As age added height to my stature, and handsomeness already reflected in puberal looks and manly gestures, a reminder was my persistent forte and call... that I had been brought up with fair love. Had I been born in a different country, still my inherited genes would have been the same with all the distinguished features, once born a male, one is the portent of virility... to conquer with his sexiness all females genuinely. Many men are raised on excessive pride, according to custom, I wouldn't have been brought up with fair love and loved with esteem... if desire hadn't been the driving force of the passions that altered my course. Copyright 2010 by Andrew Crisci