I find myself dissolving
into your secret flesh;
losing myself; living in you.
Burning with feverish dreams,
sordid nightmares assault me.
I am yearning for completion
yet dreading the inevitable.
I feel you swallow me and I die.
My bones, my sinews, my guts fade;
and you are all that is left.
I look into your ancient eyes
and fall into oblivion.
I kiss your Aztec lips
and find smoldering honey
enticing me ever further...BIOI'm 46, live in Seattle, work for a non-profit agency to pay the rent and do freelance 3D illustration to feed my soul and ever-expanding tech budget.

I'm also a 32 Freemason (sinister organ music, please) and serve as the web master, historian and Junior Warden of my Lodge, Doric Lodge #92. I'll happily answer any Masonic related questions via e-mail. There are fewer secrets than most imagine. Most importantly, guys, you have to ask in order to join. There's a strict rule against inviting someone to join, so if you're interested, contact the Lodge nearest you or IM me and I'll send you in the right direction.