The base nature of a man is both his antithesis, his hermatia and catharsis. His energy is sexual and everything he does and will ever do will sate a cortex in the brain.
It is a wonder he doesn’t lean back when he walks for the drive of his motion rest prehensiled on his pelvis.
For as one must eat on e must excrete, at the pinnacle of his ethos, the woman looks down on him form the low of her ignorance and points swivel fingered at her crotch and tells him to come down and stop fooling himself if he wants to have some.. Believing to be gracing his animal he might deceive himself and the madness could be self reifying. For the woman knows she is the wringer, the completion and satisficer
For at the strike you are made empty and you shrivel out of her embrace weakened, kissing a mouth hoping it doesn’t complete a face that murders you as you sleep helplessly beside her.
At the ignoring of her you are filled with exhaustion and are caught between buying a drug for prostrate cancer or the denigration of ever undoing yourself at every turn. So you become the cursed, the attuned and conditioned. To the voice, the sound and drawn to her body, to the blood like a shark or better still, to the shark like a blood, for you are the mangled, the torn the destroyed. At her ignorance she remains superior and her uncouth brashness is excused for her physiognomy is acceptance and her opening is equally as symbolic as it is visceral.
So goatboy becomes common professor, vanity is vanity and time just tick on insouciantly it’s all acting and all eventually forget,But the lack of control and free will could be very frustrating. The Church have tomes of mental masturbation of like minds so nothing is new under the sun, Am I going to search for a new way to ogle when someone tickles at a blueprint as old as time itself.
“ When temptation comes, fall” Wilde was right, but my gripe is the after taste, the awkwardness more so when they join in your stupid games and give you the illusive superiority you so claim, oh you are svelte to sex are you, I could part my legs and you wouldn’t swallow, I doubt it. You belong to me, and I own you she says.
The man craves titillation and wringing an itch that comes when beckoned, a hunger that disembowels to claw at inner thighs and rip apart vulva lips with hungry and lashing tongues.
Ah you’d have to be an alien for that. For even at cunnilingus we are only responding to stimulus, like a prayer, we only do the technique that elicit response if the woman is unresponsive we might as well have been licking the inside of our own elbows. The question is can the woman be wringed completely, Well that’s impossible can she appropriated and squeezed, impossible
We are conditioned. we might talk a little harder angrier at our impotence frustrated or talk quietly accepting our own weakness acceptance the woman brags a confidence that is confounding, Bathsheba with a sponge was more attractive to David than all of his riches army and servants Bathsheba with a sponge!!! Who bath at view of a palace rooftop? only a woman will leave the enclave of the bathroom and bath outside for she is assured that some peeping tom acting all high and mighty will come to sneak a peek, knowing fully well that her bath was at the view of the poor David, Uriah’s kisses and assurance meant nothing to her, you best believe she will choose the evening when the twilight will add a glow and shimmer,Not at the break of dawn when he will still be fast asleep.
Our bodies are boding discounting, who else but lecherous eyes give the body it’s worth till the maggots come. Still no man wants to be that helpless or lack that much control for you are no different from a Pavlovian dog. The traction almost feeling like the eon long fight against good and evil is also futile, for the wax in it's transiency draws memories more from only the days when the burn is gotten from close contact.
What were you doing, before fucking became the only thing, origami, playing with plastic figures Ta, It is the only thing,Trying to cuff smoke it;s impossible That is why the music suffer today everyone is trying to sing or junk up on music because they are all threnodies of the repression.
Even if the teeter at the edge being more interesting if the pang is just before the act the act embroils a pastiche that is monotonous the careless opening of more pump than the grab of the gluetuex, sex is sweeter when it is stolen, that is why voyeurism is frowned at, For it is cheap and offers just as much satisfaction without the guilt and denigration and why adultery even though it maybe nagged at, still offer such sweet consolation.
THE SONDER
You are the spittle drying up on another’s vagina, that what happiness mean movement like the grasshopper hop from to hop for there are no grace in life all that exist is grub, all possessiveness is a scam. Can an animal ever be contrite? Never All marriages are contractual
I once said that how can you know people if you don’t fuck them, but alas I am attuned to new information that the brushing of the penis inside the walls of a woman vagina have nothing to do with knowing them, you are only performing a physical act where either person looks for orgasm, using the combination of the imagination, ideal and physical to achieve a selfish reach that wanes in matter of minutes, the lead up to and the desperate acts are all acting and the folly that spins our time yarn.\
All I am saying is our love as big as it is, we should be careful of it. It might be reduced to us to some very simple chemical reactions, For we haven’t been all that sacrificial to someone ugly, lame or imbecilic
We are carefully cathartic and abnegative only for the faired skin and heavy chested. (person wey dey cry dey see road) Mhmm mm, you just happened to feel sorry for that dark lady and her story just happened to melt your heart it wouldn't be that gluetuex at the back or the breast that seem to jiggle and caress you when she finally conquers this tribulation of hers and come personally to thank you in the closed of your room or all the other similar short video that our brain plays in your brain in a micro second. Just be careful. You are just a beast.
Some of us bypass nature for the fear of being manipulated by it. The body doesn’t learn any lesson unless it is amputated.Life is a force bigger than you, and it’s aim according to De Gourmot is it’s continuation.
Man Is just a funnel, the woman, a skewed version but a funnel all the same
The sonder is you can never know another person. All that love leads somewhere and that is out,
Garlic have made me love, as a blood thinner, all that thinned blood end up somewhere at the tip of my penis, throbbing and hard, I begin to fall in love (really) The food comes out as toil and sperm which becomes that child that begets another children in the cocoon of cuteness, gives life to destructive want. Imagine her chagrin when you tell her that after the tenth time, you had to think of someone else to cum, (oh don’t say that please) Like she hasn’t done the same too, as if we both don’t possess this same watering down and waning brain, as you thrust the same 9 inches and she screams ‘harder’, Why not tell her that I can only just grunt and so same thing which is to thrust back the same 9 inches, I hope the grunt helps Miss insatiable void.
We are truly alone, totally abandoned in this life. We are just toiling looking for company as we march towards oblivion and probably never truly finding it. Just parasitism
We might try a new trick, becomes she get acquiesced to your tongue’s pattern, or you to the diastema and chaffing. Or might reach higher and end up the same way , you might lean a little higher so you brush the clitoris as you enter, but is she really thinking of you, while you toil especially when eyes are closed.
No one can really love you,
No one knows you. They can act all they want but it’s all a lie. You are the closest thing to their ideal and greed and they hold on to it, and never let go. That is why they call you by your achievement; achievement that are by product of luck and chance For without them you wouldn’t exist.
Swallowing this self imbued fallacy that we are decent human beings rendering and worshiping ourselves in a veneer of self appreciation by the catalyst of social media creating this Contour of want that i now want filled.
Now when a see a lady smile at me, I ask myself can an animal ever be contrite.
It’s just hunger Not matter how good you are, you will never fuck a cuff on her soul
Your first love have had a first love, Why are you not with your primary school crush.You have crushed and crushed again At the end there is no love just hunger and self flagellation
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