I have often heard wondrous tales about The Little Man In The Boat, who appears to be an elusive figure holding the key to everlasting happiness, or so the story goes.

I cannot recall his name for the life of me...it's right on the tip of my tongue...

He sits up proudly, rowing his perilous way through tumultuous tides that ebb and flow, often near to drowning and awash amongst the raging foam.

This revered little talisman keeps himself pretty well hidden most of the time but upon discovery can easily be coaxed into play with a certain degree of warmth and tenderness, though remaining eternally silent himself, he can excite great passions and ecstacies in those who treat him lovingly and know the ways to best please him.

I have heard tell that his boat is called The Mound Of Venus, a charming and poetic name for any blessed spot, somewhere that i cherish and hope to spend a large portion of my remaining days exploring intimately.

We should all make a point of knowing him better, seeking fresh ways to delight him as he awaits our attention, ever eager to perform his passion play and to dance beneath our feverish fingertips.

It may now be seemly for my eyes to politely avert themselves, for now may be the hour that you wish to make his aquaintance and perhaps converse with him in private.
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