in 199.... something, maybe 1997 i was dating a girl called morgen le fay, she was the one for me, but i let her go, and sometimes i think about her cos she was probably perfect for me. i don't often think about her but when i do i kinda wish i had stayed with her, instead i was seduced by what i thought was love, well it was in a way but it became a bizarre love triangle and the wrong kind to boot, they haunted me for years, i'd always find myself in strange relationships mostly good. however morgan had red hair and generated heat. when men say a woman is 'hot' they must be  talking about morgan, who was always hot. i used to love getting in a bed with her, it was the best feeling. sure other girls can be hot but these are hot moments only. morgan was just HOT all the time. she loved me to boot, which elevates her to really cool witch, she gave me a copy of 'modern primitives.' 
i couldn't read it for a while, the pictures were disturbing but i started to read the writing, particularly the pieces written by this chap...fakir mustafar. anyway, i read this work and it draws me in, it's a culture, a fucking culture that spans the globe, a meme that leaps out from all the others. anyways it's a very good book and endears me to morgan. i give here a bowie book as a paltry exchange, it was a bit ignoble but i love bowie and it turned out she did to, these are important criteria in a relationship, to recommend good books and dig bowie.
anyway i don't think that morgan and i really left the bedroom, except when we had to change the environment for, bedroom activities outside a bedroom, it was bliss, she was a smart woman, teaching me a lot about, well, i don't know what, something forbidden i guess, and i found a certain joy in it, and freedom,  i miss that witch, i miss those days and i miss that heat she packed.
modern primitives is one of the most amazing books i have read, i understand the culture of it, the north american rituals, the body modifications, the tattoo and the piercing but maybe it's only by association. i have no desire to be tattooed again or pierced, although morgans pierced tongue had very addictive qualities. 
morgan le fay, i miss you, i'm sorry i treated you so badly and dumped you after you bought me a big slap up dinner in a posh restaurant. i feel bad about that especially as i chose the wrong girl, you were great.