The Midnight Lover
Women just can’t resist me. It must be my special charm that does it; at least I've never had any complaints yet. I find that embracing a different girl every night and pouring my warm passionate kisses over her with all the romance of Valentino and the cold, calculating seduction of Landru. They are at my mercy. God, I must be a handsome fellow. Success follows success as I leave behind me score upon score of contented female companions.
It all began last autumn with Rachel. She was the first and truly the dearest in memory that I would recall. Oh, Rachel, my dearest, most affectionate love, what has become of you now? Her eyes glistened with the radiance of a thousand stars. Her lips were firm but sweet to taste and her skin was of the finest I have known. I loved her from the very first and my heart was heavy knowing that I must leave her for another. With her I learned the true meaning of love and that goodbye almost broke my heart. But since that time there have been a thousand farewells and as many loves. Each one has offered eternal paradise but I have declined to seek the warmth of another. I cannot consider being selfish whilst there are so many who need my love and affection, a love that they would never find with another. I am their salvation, their only hope. Without me they would just be empty shells, unable to find satisfaction and contentment.
