CHAPTER ELEVEN
Our sensuality had reached a equipolar fixation which made us equals on ever scale. We were together in everything and all dimensions.
If I were to say that Clara was insatiable, it would not quite be the truth.. It would be an improper term to use, for her and myself.
Our sexuality mixed and we became part of one entity. Her power was my own and visa versa.
Certain people feel that they have found the perfect wife or mistress when that person adopts the ideals conforming to certain personal desires. This wasn't the way it was between Clara and myself. She was myself in the same way that she was me.
It as an illogical identity perhaps but nevertheless it happened to be that way. We came to love by the very motives of our existence. We were not so much made for each othe
