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Monday, February 21, 2011

"Self Confidence" from The Makings of a Man


I am a phenomenal lover.

I haven’t always been and I’m not just saying that to “gas” my own head up or stroke my own ego.  It’s just something I have been told a few times in my life.  Personally, I would say I was pretty average.  I was once told by a forty-six year old woman that I “made her feel like a school girl again” as she was “giddy” with anticipation of our next sexual episode.  With that in mind, I must be doing something right, correct?

I have been with my fair share of women.  The actual number is of no importance yet some women, particularly the younger ones, always have a habit of asking how many.  Not really sure why it matters.  It’s not a question I care to ask or know the answer to.  I understand the risk of disease increases with promiscuity.  As long as we take the appropriate measures I can assure you, your sexual history nor your past relationships have any bearing on what I will and won’t do to you.

The good book tells us two souls become one whenever we chose to share ourselves with one another.  With this premise in mind, you have to believe every time we sleep with someone, we pick up a bit of their soul, their thoughts, and their beliefs.  In my case, I believe the inner being of mine consumes the sexual aura of the female I am with and also merges with the sexual prowess of all of their past lovers.

Consider this.  When we first lose our virginity, we are pretty basic creatures in the things we do and the positions we attempt.  Unless of course, you happen to lose your virginity to someone far more advanced sexually than yourself.  In which case you may have been a little more willing to experiment with things depending upon how patient and understanding your partner chose to be.  Personally, sleeping with the sexually uninitiated is a path I prefer not to go down.

Anyways, as we sleep with more people or in my case, devour more souls, our willingness to experiment with different positions, different toys, and different people all begin to gravitate to the top.  I believe it’s most likely because of who we are with and who that person has been with. 

Talent once told me he believed the reason women he slept with became so emotionally attached to him was because he made love to each one like she would be the last one.  I guess my demon acquired that trait from my homeboy.

Now don’t get me wrong.  I’ve had a few bad experiences.  I’m sure we all have.  I can remember the time I slid inside a young lady and two strokes later I spilled my sexual desires all over the place.  I’m pretty sure neither of us felt good about that one.  Well, actually I felt quite good but she didn’t and in theory things like that shouldn’t happen. 

I’ve been asked what my favorite position is.  To that I say if you have a favorite then you’re not doing something right.  My favorite is the position we are currently in that has curled your toes into some awkward, yoga-like position and has you wondering why you have never been fucked quite like this.

I have and will try just about anything once.  Well twice really when you take into account I have never been with any one woman just one time.  I believe that to be a result of the one ill-fated episode of which I just spoke.  No one likes to leave a bad impression and if you’re good at something, it’s not likely that you will fail at it twice... (To Be Continued)

Too Soon

I believe I've crossed the line with you...
Stepped across that imaginary boundary
that defines us as friends and companions.
Overstretched the social barrier
that men and women constrain
the ideologies of what society deems right and wrong.

I apologize...

But my mental illusions and graphic illustrations
dominate my moral restrictions.
I mean, what I want to say is "hi, how are you?"
Phrased to convince u that I'm the type of guy that is respectful and just;
Far beyond thoughts of lust;
To build a level of trust that makes u want to confide in me and call
me a friend.

But I can't lie...

No matter how hard I try
this inner being that sees u differently
wants more than anything to be heard...
So I try to speak words critically and carefully,
Yet truthfully and indirectly.
Wanting to know ur interest and wishes.
"Do u enjoy cooking, shit, I'd do the dishes."
Or take a walk late at night.
Perhaps disagree, but never fight.

And yet the truth...

It slips out from time to time
In innuendo or in a rhyme
Because the lust I have in side
is only for you...
So it deserves to be heard by you...
But I have to decide "Is it too soon?"
To tell you...
To touch you...
To taste you...
I want you but can't decide if that's right or wrong.
But I can't hold back the words when I see you.
And fearing that my time with you
is predetermined and predefined
within the constraints of your mind,
I let you know...

"I want you... BAD!"

And now, I regret it
But it's too late.
And you make up your mind that my intentions are wrong
when the fact is that I'm simply misunderstood.
It's not my purpose to offend...
So perhaps next time,
I'll just stare from afar and remain
... silent

Sunday, February 20, 2011

Temptation

Let us begin this…
            Temptation.
Eagerly awaiting ur claim to fame
Dying to know if u can call out my name
            Or make me whisper urs…
In the quiet that falls
            Before the eruption of two souls
Waiting…
            And wanting…
To be touched by u
Aroused by the sounds of sexual explosions
Lurking quietly beneath the casual conversations we began
            When our eyes met…
But u remain out of my reach
Tempting me…
Proclaiming innocence in ur smile and ur gestures
Secretly harboring lust with ur stature.
Ur stare says u care what I think…
And what I hope for…
            My desires…my lust
Wanting me to want u…
Though not admitting ur own guilt
Or perhaps I’m overstepping my bounds
Wanting something more that I deserve
Mentally grasping ur thighs to make u scream out loud
Tasting ur lips with a delicate kiss
Massaging ur shoulders…
            Ur firm ass and lower back…
            Ur feet and ur toes…
Providing things that u lack
Things ur man tries to give but he falls short.
And now, u wish HE were ME…
Do my thoughts tempt ur own?
Inside, do u moan?
Feeling my lips travel across ur body
Kissing u gently
            Only the way that u like it from me
But allowing no one to know the truth
            Because what would that mean for u…
To allow ur mind to wonder away from the sight of him
And focus on that temptation that stands before u
Wanting to please u
In ways that make u daze in amaze—ment.
And stare
            Off into thin air
As u continue to feel the visions…
            The touch from my hand
            The trust as u stand
            The pulse in ur hips
The rush of adrenaline built within
            Just before u release
How bad do u need me to want u to want me?
Is there a breaking point?
Or will u continue to deny me this…
            Temptation.

What's In A Name

I will leave you
SPEECHLESS…

First time u see me, u’ve already addressed this.
Before my words part ur mind,
Ur legs quiver with desires
To fuck…with…me…
But don’t fuck with me unless u can fuck with me!
My words leave u breathless
My swag sparks ur interest
The thoughts make u restless
So please let me taste this…
With words and poetic sounds
No, not sex but why’s and how’s
Ur urges come to surface
And pause…
Thoughts of fuckin overwhelm u
My words come out and tell u
The pulses pass straight through u
U feel me inside u
And now ur breathless…
Wordless…
No other way to play it
The name, u want to say it
But words fade away and leave u

SPEECHLESS…