Haven

Get this man a child

Said the caption

And there were loads of volunteers

Women who would gladly carry his baby

Nurturing it to adulthood while

Happily accepting the perk of regular apocalyptic sex

But that was not his dream

Yes the lure of unending spellbinding sex held sway over him

Women offering themselves 

Provocative fangirls

Some lovely and some not

Lusting shamelessly

He had his pick

But though he partook again and again

He wished to create his future progeny only out of love

He found children uncomplicated 

And often at large gatherings

Whenever possible

He'd take refuge among the youngsters

A socially acceptable practice 

The just-past-young young man

The handsome single male

Taking on the responsibility of watching the pups

Releasing their weary parents

Freeing them momentarily

Over their shoulders they'd glance gratitude and relief

Trotting quickly away into adulthood

He immersed himself 

Drowning in a world of imagination and play

Gently lowering his mind into childhood

Relaxing into the chatter of youth

Catching hold of the nursery's rhythm

Fitting in as a large friendly object

A sheriff with his posse

An Indian chief with his war party

Robin Hood and his band of merry men

Away from the fussbudgets and gossips

Saved from trivial adult banter

From exposure

Of his self effacing worthlessness

That in spite of dozens of accomplishments

Fell meaningless and insignificant

Never enough to fill the empty dark hole of guilt and shame

So he hid among the children

His safe haven of small tolerant humans

When he'd emerge

Having garnered a bit of courage

He'd don his public persona

Walk quickly and politely about the crowd

Approach a lovely willing volunteer

Anticipating hours of splendid sex

Then with utter decorum and a great swish

Leave

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