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Woman.
By Jyates
2001-02-15
If you make romance, you are an 'experienced man'
If you don't you are half a man
If you visit her too often, she thinks it is boring
If you don't, she accuses you of double crossing
If you are well dressed, she says you are a playboy
If you don't, you are a dull boy
If you are jealous, she says it's bad
If you don't , she thinks you do not love her
If you attempt a romance, she says you didn't respect her
If you don't, she thinks you do not like her
If you are a minute late, she complains it's hard to wait
If she is late, she says that's a girl's way
If you visit another, she accuses you of being a heel
If she is visited by another, 'oh it's natural, we are girls'
If you kiss her once in a while, she professes you are cold
If you kiss her too many, she yells that you are taking advantage
If you fail to help her in crossing the street, you lack ethics
If you do, she thinks it's just one of the man's tactics
If you stare at other, she accuses you of flirting
If she is stared by others, she says that they are just admiring
If you talk, she wants you to listen
If you listen, she wants you to talk
Oh God! you created those creature called "WOMAN'
So simple, yet so complex
So weak, yet so powerful
So confusing, yet so desirable
"O LORD, tell me what to do. AMEN"
Women...what can be said that already hasn’t? I love women, not to sound like a womanizer, but I do. What other creature on this planet can be so soft and gentle one minute and so hard and cold the next. But I still can’t get enough of them.
I just love the female form. The soft curve of a woman’s hips. I can’t get enough. I love seeing a woman’s silhouette outlined by morning sunlight. It’s amazing to see the soft warm glow on her body and the reflection of the sunlight off of the soft peach fuzz of her face. And the scent of a woman sets me on fire. I could bury my face in a woman’s hair and just smell her for hours. I could spend hours exploring the body of my lover, licking and kissing and touching her. From head to toe I could kiss her. Taking time to touch her all over, running my lips over the soft skin of her inner thighs or stomach, kissing her bellybutton or rubbing my face on her tummy. Lightly tracing the curves of her body with my fingertips.
There are not words that can describe the excitement I feel when I bury my face in between a woman’s thighs and breath in the musky sweet smell, and the taste of her sex arouses me beyond my imagination. I enjoy playing with a woman’s senses maybe putting a blind fold on her and running a feather over her body, then watching the goose flesh rise, then kissing it till its gone. Or touching a woman all over and not allowing her to touch back. Just kissing a woman’s breast makes my heart race with desire, playing with her nipples or licking the sweat from under them. Laying my head between them and feeling the soft warmth and the steady beat of her heart.
And making love to a woman: well there just are not enough words in this world to describe the feeling of soft slow lovemaking. I enjoy the kind of sex that can last for hours or even days if time permits so both lovers can take the time to satisfy each other. Learning all the ways to pleasure each other. Finding the areas of her body that you can touch to cause pleasure. But most of all having the love of a woman is truly the best feeling on earth, knowing that you are the only person she wants, that you are the only person who will share her bed and you are the only one who she will give her body to.
But then it also amazes me how a woman can turn your whole life upside down. How one minute she can be the most loving creature in this world and then the next she can be the most cold-hearted conniving creature. As the saying goes, "hell hath no fury like a woman scorned." What amazing beings women are.