The Introduction - "The Makings of a Man"

I am that guy. 

The guy who walks into a crowded room and suddenly, all eyes are on him if only for a moment.  I am the same guy who causes a table of four women to giggle in embarrassment.  I am the guy who other men are forced to compliment, even though they don’t want to.  I am the guy parents warn little girls about.  I am the predator who feasts upon the emotions of women, with little or no consideration for the outcome.

Yes, that’s me.  I am that guy. 

Of course I haven’t always been that guy.  I would like to think the inverse of that guy is where I am now.  Some may disagree.  Maybe I do, too.  I’m still trying to find the young innocent little guy who preserved his virginity until the age of 17.  Ironically, I would probably still be that younger guy if it wasn’t for that first girl. 

It’s amazing how our lives can evolve and revolve around the hearts of others.  I mean really, what could cause a man to change his morals and values, to completely ignore any resemblance of emotion in his actions and thought process?  What could change a perfectly logical, smart, God-fearing young man into a predator, a cheater and an adulterer? 

Well, I will tell you exactly how it could and did happen.  I’m inviting you to explore a detailed voyage from the not so very beginning to the not so distant past.  Or perhaps this can and will be viewed as an in-depth look into one man’s personal demons.  Deception, lust, envy, hate; all of those things some men and probably a few women struggle with in their lives.  It’s all here.  The real question is not from where I have come but where I will go from here. 

I wonder where the inner conflict began.  I’ve laid a lot of blame over the years and I realize it is about choice and whether or not I want to continue on this path.  Men would die to do some of the things that I have done.  Women would kill to experience the things that I have… Well, maybe not kill.  But I have seen them come to blows.  I’m moving too fast.  As I stated before, for now, it’s about that girl...

(To Be Continued)

Reminders

Ur taste… still lingers with me

As a constant reminder of the feeling I yearn for

The very last stroke of our last time we enjoyed

Waiting for the minutes of the day to pass

So I can slide in and taste for the very first time as though it were our very last

Reliving visions of ur juices on my chin

Pouring down like liquid synergies that u’ve held deep within

My lips wrapped around ur clit

And my tongue doing flips

Have sent my desires journeying deep within

To the privacies u hold near and dear

And u release, although u don’t truly want to

Or perhaps deep down u do

With shivers running down ur spine

And quivers shaking the hands of time

We both wish this moment wouldn’t end

U cum and I cum and we cum and then

The moment will pass and we yearn to start again

Our bodies grow impatient and we return to where we’ve been

Together

With each other

Held in an embrace and wanting to chase

The high that has brought us to this place

Of pure passion revealed and reminiscent thought of u

Why I Write

My pen hits the pad and explodes lyrics of thought.
Sounds take form and fold into words
Flowing from my mental like water gushing from a faucet
No, a hose because the force is unstoppable
The words inspire wisdom
So i must write it down and let others know the powers of thought
contained within this frame of me.
My poetry spews out like an orgasm out of control
Try to memorize it or rationalize the meaning
Yet my mind interferes
Its eye is more capable to function on its own without my interjections
So I write down what is said to me
Because without my words, my thoughts would be silent
Dying a mental death
Draining energies from my passion.
An audience is needed to hear the sounds from my soul
Allow the words to come forth before the stress takes its toll
At times, it may rhyme
But its not a necessity
See, these words come out automatically
And i never really truly know where my flow is going to lead me
I just write it
Because it makes me do it
And the write is always right

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