Tuesday, May 19, 2015

Unholy Eyes of Mine

From the first day that I set my unholy eyes on her
I knew I was bound to make love with her
But she had a boyfriend; my friend
The way she played with me
My blood always went on fire
And my man hood could read the emotions
But I held my piece and waited
For the number of days to be fulfilled
And the hint of her fire died in me
But it has been said from the beginning
The 'pisda' that is yours would always be
Even though it tarries it shall always be there
Waiting patiently, till you enjoy the fruit inside

It has been said from old times, that sex is a dangerous emotion
And purely persevered for the wedded couple
But yet, I never waited for such a precious time
But ate the sweetness of such a wonderful fruit
Who shall then save the son of a woman; that I am
Or who shall take me out of this 'pisda' chasing path?
And set my feet upon the righteous way of living
I was told once upon a time by a noble friend
That once a man tastes ‘pisda’ he can never go back
And would always want to eat as many as possible

Yeah, it is true that the skirts are everywhere around
Yet we classical men select our kind of special skirt

I am told that the manhood of a man is a small part of his body
Yet when it goes in, it fulfills all righteous calls of destiny
And it gets the entire full grown man greased and oiled
Sweat pouring out of every available pore of the skin
When there is a big war going under the sheet cover
When the manhood is inside, the whole body is also inside
Oh my God! What is in that little hot wet oval place?
That when a man slides in, his heart goes up in flames
I am a living witness, that a man would not relent
In his unholy chase until he enters into her holy of holies
The joy of sliding into her holy spot is highly unspeakable
And there are no words, to express that gracious feeling
Skin brushing against skin, with no rubber interference
The man hood filling up all the corners of the sweet spot
The moaning and the screaming, heard a million miles away
The special liquid produce, easing the strong friction
With strong satisfactions going in both directional flow
And ecstasy filling up, until there is no more strength
Oh how I really love to be there all the days of my life
This life we live in is nothing but one and now is that time
To enjoy the goodness of the sweetest spot under the Heavens
A man once said that it used to be his favorite home run game
Until the day he saw his sons head pop out of the engine room
The life of a man begins from when he pops out his little head

A sweat beautiful, young aspiring woman once asked me
“What is it about that spot that all men want to go into?
Regardless of whatever age or social statues they may be off
When that spot is where they all came out crying from”
My wonderful reply was “that is the only true worthy place
That a true natural born man, whether sane or insane
Can ever feel truly safe and be fulfilled to the climax
In the bosom of a woman and the manhood at its best job”
In-fact, it is the only known job from the beginning of creation

Dated: 26th July, 2009

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