For Love’s Sake

How some women ended up feeling empty in their relationships is because they like to impose conditions and expectations before getting serious with their partner. And are prepared to forsake love if their requirements are not met. They did not marry for love’s sake alone, the so called ‘unconditional love’, or attempt to walk the journey of adventure, of discovery and of acceptance. They marry to please themselves.

Many tied materialism with love. Craftily scheming for the bungalow and Mercedes their friends have without wanting to strife for it. And when they finally got married to a partner who have all that they possibly wanted, and their contribution to the relationship is a meagre suitcase, they compromise on pertinent matters which includes compatibility. Thus when the toil and strife and involvement which makes relationships complete, sweet and fulfilled aren’t there, the void they feel is very real, just when they thought their anxiety is over.

And that’s why God always emphasise on unconditional love. Something they can’t give. Nor accept. Though it is gospel truth.

Ego or Spirit

A person is either led by ego or by spirit.

When a person is led by ego, it simply means that they believe peace, love and happiness only happens after they have surrounded themselves with everyday material things they possibly ever wanted. And so their endeavour in life, or in friendship is to surround themselves with people whom they think can help them accomplish their goal or be of benefit to them. Otherwise, they’ll keep a distance.

If a person is led by the spirit, they believe that everything will fall into place once they have found love. And with love, nothing is too hard to accomplish. Beginning with peace and happiness.

We will not get anywhere with a partner who thinks otherwise of us.

As Christians, we are all called to be led by the spirit. And with spirit comes love. Our bible preaches love. And Jesus did famously once say that ‘Love is Enough’. So are two lines of God’s Ten commandments which Moses carried down from Mt Sinai. And if we could all trust in the spirit to guide us, so it was promised that love, peace and happiness would eventually flow into our lives. Some are even convinced that it doesn’t stop there. It includes trivial things that matters to many, like materialism.

However, in today’s society, the ego led far outweighs the spiritually guided. The same woman who squats up and down the pew every weekend year in year out to give praise and thanks to God is ironically the same woman who wouldn’t tie the nuptial knot with a man who could only offer them a glimpsed hope of financial stability. They will reason with him why love is not enough and that they couldn’t be possibly feeding on sunshine and fresh air alone. Any man who professes their love without backing up with financial stability to them is not being realistic. This same woman will forgo character faults and imperfections for as long as the man is rich enough. Even if the man is taken.

And thus, one ponders if their faith in God is grounded without so much as trusting in God’s words? And why go church then to give thanks and praise when his words they refuses to heed? Are the teachings of the church to blame? Having faith is one thing. But being spiritual is another.

Churches may have grown bigger and bolder in size. But did the faith of the laities grow in tandem? If not, why then must it outgrow its waistline if it bleeds in contrast to the meekness and humility of Mary, the bedrock and mother of the church which Peter was assigned to build? The church has fallen under the weight of naivety, and hypocrisy is central to its sin. Old wine will certainly burst in new skin. It has grown in darkness because it manifests the shallowness, and understanding of its laities. There are many eggs around but what’s the use if they are all rotten? For a good tree will bear good fruit. And a bad tree, bad fruit. Does this explain the attitude of parents who discourages their daughters to marry the poor? Or that the parents are merely being protective therefore they are proactively guiding without understanding that the ways of the world are not God’s ways?

If you ask me, right now as I am deep in my thoughts, I think that women who latches onto men for material comfort a.k.a. ‘Conditional Love’ instead of genuinely loving him for love’s sake, is going to wean herself off once the milk and honey no longer flows. Facing with that kind of situation, it is better for a man to stay single, work hard and stay happy than being married to a miserable woman who nags and craves for something more than the intimacy of hearts, but are not willing to strive through hardship together.

This explains how a women who is ego led, who surrounds herself with material comfort, will keep on searching for happiness in her relationship. Because if she could recall, she wasn’t acquainted to the man just for love alone. So her relationship sad to say, has no substance. And there’s always emptiness in her heart and a void in her soul. And bless all the woman who took the leap for love and toiled with him till success rains down from heaven. Because to this kind of woman, the promise of God is always there, for as long as one is spirit led.

The speaker of truth has no friends.

And I am a purist.

If the same consolation is used year in year out, that all have sinned, maybe the church should be reminded that it had already been two thousand years. Is the church thriving on sin to remain relevant? Or should the laities stay uninformed so that the mystery of the holy trinity remains till perpetuity? And hypocrisy is allowed? If all have fallen thus the need for God, then why single some people out over your own self and nail them to the cross when it should be your own bitchiness that should be nailed? To pacify your imagery holiness as gatekeepers of heaven? My ember did not fade. I was also chosen by God and not by you. And my blood still runs. And for as long as my grey matter still works, I will still continue to unravel the mysteries of the unpleasant. And for as long as I can reason correctly, no, I won’t return to church.

I don’t need it.

Merry Christmas.

Comfort Lynching Pests

This world has changed. Pretty quickly.
Unless they are young, no woman would give love the number one priority a man wished for when it comes to relationships anymore. Despite what God preaches, they will dutifully sit on the pews every Sunday without fail and swear their undeniable faith to their saviour. But when it comes to love, they thought it right to save themselves first, God’s wisdom, later.
Many women have argued “I love him. But he doesn’t have a stable career. I can’t live with that. So I gave him a miss!”
Well lady, I think it’s good that you gave him a miss. Because he doesn’t deserve a woman who prioritise comfort over love. When love does not take first place in his life, your love for him is not genuine after all. It’s comfort you lusted for that his two outstretched arms couldn’t give right? What happens if the same guy suddenly has a stable income? Based on that, you’ll love him? And what happens if he lost his stable income after getting tied down with you? Does that mean you’ll again leave him too? So, the conclusion is comfort, in the form of money, is the glue that makes you stay. And all else is fake right? So why go to church then when God’s second most important commandment you can’t accept? And how about the marital vows of “for better and for worse” then? “For good times and for bad?” And “what God hast jointed, no man can separate?” Have you ever gave it a thought that if you love him wholeheartedly, stay and encourage him, that will drive him to achieve the comfort you longed for in no time at all? Or is that too risky a sacrifice for you to make?
Uncannily, the female species has evolved. To a comfort lynching pest. They no longer believe in staying faithful, and sacrifice for their partner she claims to have loved.
Which comes to the interesting point I want to make. Youths or lowering the voting age doesn’t make much difference in vote count in the general elections. It is the woman’s vote that you need to worry about. Because these comfort lynching pest wouldn’t be able to distinguish between legitimate income and illicit ones. Somewhere in the back of their minds is a voice wishing their boyfriends and life partners could have been more daring and be as bad and confident like these corrupt ministers running our country. So that they could lynch on comfort without needing to strive, for a living.
To women, lying and entitlement is something which has been entrenched into their psyche since young. To avoid harm while befriending strangers as advised by parents, they lie, to protect themselves. So lying, or that little white lie is commonplace to them. They always believe they are superheroes when it comes to relationships and that men should pay for their meals. And be the provider of everything. That is entitlement mentality.
So, to derive into them that these corrupt ministers lie, cheat and felt entitled is harder, because they are so used to it. Something they are familiar with. And felt nothing wrong with it. As such, do you think they give any hoots about our corrupt ministers who lie, cheat and felt entitled especially to women who crave for comforts? The answer is no. They’ll befriend any successful men who could provide for them, nevermind what he trades in, the littlest of talents they have.
Thus, it is not complicated to understand that according to a Google survey on woman’s fantasy, top on the list was pirates, famous man, and vampires. So what does this all mean?
It just confirms that to women, (unless they are decent minded), corruption is acceptable and so are bad people. And we hope it is only living in their fantasy, and stays that way.
That said, I don’t mean there are no good women around. There are. Whole family cramping on one motorbike, vegetable sellers, clerks, teachers and or nurses, the list goes on…
For every successful men, is a good woman behind indeed. And for every failed men, is also a women behind him too. Cuts both ways.
What I meant was,crooks does have their fans in the general elections in the form of women, and youths aren’t the determining factor in voting. So, get that right.
And love? What about love and God’s commandment and marital rites? Takes a backseat to comfort.
But you can be sure the pews continue to be flooded. Because more important than love, is salvation.

God’s Grand Plan

Everything in this world is just momentary. Nothing stays forever. The climate changes, trees petrify into rock, love dies, even water dries up.
The universe according to science is made up of sub-atomic particles, but men, as according to creation, are made up of two distinct elements. Body and spirit. The bible teaches us that God forms men out of clay, then breathes life into it. That life, which was breathed into the body, which we call spirit, is the soul. A two-step process. The soul arrives and awakens the body, then stays inside it. And once the soul has achieved its intended purpose, it then leaves the body. The body becomes motionless. That is when we die. In other words, we don’t own our own soul. They are giventh by God to fulfil his grand purpose which without it, our body is lifeless. That means, our soul belongs to God, our creator. Thus, the existence of man is to fulfil the wishes of our creator, because it is through the soul that gives the body life.
So, do not convince yourself that life has no meaning. It does. Each of us has a purpose, which is to fulfil God’s grand plan, the creator’s objective for the universe. Of course, each of our purpose will forever remain a mystery. But we should be proud of it since we are part of God’s grand plan. Putting it in another way, when mortals procreate, men injects seeds into the womb of the woman we mixed with, which then grows. The whole process takes a year, the invisible first three months where the soul travels some distance to the body, adjust and adapts itself to the life form, and the visible nine months where pregnancy is confirmed in the first three months, and then we watch the baby grow in the mothers womb before it was born. And when the baby cries, that is the sound of the frightened soul as it steps out into the unknown world called earth, trapped inside a mortal’s body. That’s how life is made. It will forever be a mystery when our souls would leave us. But more importantly, each of us needs to live life to the fullest, because each of us fulfils God’s grand plan.”

Abusing trust

“Most women teaches their female friends to always be on guard throughout their nuptial ties so that they do become a victim of betrayal, if it ever does happen.
To me, that only means that you probably don’t know what love is about or ever truly loved your partner, with all the mistrust that is happening.
Now why do I say so?
Because love is after all blind!
And if you’re not one who is blinded, probably there’s never so much as a thing called “love” to begin with!
Be proud that you are blinded, because love is when two souls are bonded in holy matrimony and became one. And thus, you are required to perform your vows as a single entity by sharing and giving to one another. That is also the moment of truth when you realise that you are one person who is capable of giving fully your heart to love. That you trust the other person completely. That’s what love is about. And that’s what God wants, nevermind what others say.
And if you do not know how to love another fully and give your complete trust to your partner, but follow your friends advice and remain cautious, then, I’m sorry but you are better off single. So is your friend. Than to cheat your partner for a lifetime with that barricade of mistrust forever looming in the shadow of your union.
Yes, unfortunate things do happen in relationships if you do not follow your friends advice. But whatever it is, just regard it as your partner’s loss for abusing your trust and failing to see through your well-meaninged intentions and generosity by giving fully your love towards the relationship.”

Flawed Since the Beginning

“Dear God, you don’t plant a tree in between two young naked teenagers and tell them not to eat the fruit. That is mischievous of you. Because you should know that every teenager is naughty, adventurous, and rebellious. And so they had fun. They did! Just like every loving child of yours would. But the one who wrote the bible termed it as disobedience, or sin. Why?

Had he never been a child before to understand what sin is? Sin is what you do that causes hurt or inconvenience to someone else. How did one bite of the forbidden fruit hurt you or inconvenience you?

But if these teens doesn’t rebel nor display naughty traits, wouldn’t they be classified as abnormal in today’s context? And what may I know do you want them to do inside the garden without clothes on and without tv or pub to go to? They are young, hot blooded, with an awakened libido. You want them to just stare at each other in full glory with gritted teeth and remain indignant towards each other? Because if they were to do as they were told by you, there wouldn’t be you nor me today. Nor Jacob, nor Sarah, nor Moses, nor Isaiah. They did what every natural growing up person would do. There’s no one else besides them. No one married them. It’s just her, and him. Unless you want to count the serpent in. You don’t consider that illegal fornication do you?”

China Dolls ni

“Out of curiosity, I registered with a dating site, earning myself 20 requests daily. From China doll swindlers trying to do a quick kill, and elderly women expecting to hook up some single handsome rich men. Lol… lol… they are all snapped up long ago dear! Don’t expect handsome men to be monks for life ya?

As the register of marriages gets filled up, the probability of dating single handsome rich men dwindles by the day. Even for those who are not handsome, nor rich.

The reasons why singles remain singles at a mature age are many. Just as many as why leftovers remain leftovers. I am not saying there are no longer decent older men around up for grabs. But for those who remain single, many have fallen in, others have fallen out. To some, it is a choice they hold on to for life. And they won’t let go of that choice. Some value freedom, others, because they do not have freedom owing to family or financial obligations. But for the many who remained single, it is because they suffer from a lifetime of communication difficulties, emotional disconnection, apart from physical and mental anomalies.

If you are older, but still wanted to attract single handsome men, looks like you have to settle for those that were once married. So watch what you write and wish for on your dating profile. If you had never been short of request to chat, if you are older, chances are these men are all married.

Otherwise you will need to continuously spruce up your image, to compete with those China dolls when it comes to looks. Which most men are attracted to. I won’t lie to you. They are your benchmark. Many pretty married women got dumped and cheated by their straying husbands in search of China dolls, no matter how well they take care of themselves.

Sprucing up your looks may win you attention, but that will also earn you countless heartbreaks too. If men are attracted to you physically, you can bet they’ll say anything, including lying about their marriage, just to bed you. For those who are honest and good, are not many. There are, but not many.

The internet has opened up the Pandora’s box that made stray dogs out of men. But men being men, were all born strays. They are all born hunters since primitive ages. Since young, men were designed to make life uncomfortable and silly for everyone. And that’s the truth.

Conclusion- I deregister myself from the dating app for good. Because I have a weakness. I am sapiosexual. I can’t feed on just looks alone. That alone makes me yawn.”

Your Story

People change.

Things change.

Nothing is permanent.

Life is a journey.

Pick your own poison.

Go with the flow.

Live your destiny.

You don’t decide your existence.

You just live it.

You become your story.

What Women Wants

Seven (7) doors to her heart.

Some say five (5).

There had been disputes concerning ways to win a women to your side.

Here’s mine.

Attention

Attention is being aware of others, besides ourselves, and being the focus of someone’s loving attention. Every woman needs someone who is there to listen to their deepest feelings and needs, and understands her intentions, and fears. Every woman needs that kind of attention to thrive, to be the best they can be. It shows that you care and want her to be around.

Admiration

Admiration is why she grooms herself daily and spends substantial time and savings on skin care and clothes, to look magical to you. When she is constantly admired, she can feel your undivided presence which affirms her self worth, boosts her esteem, and gives her self confidence. It allays her fears and insecurity and warms herself up to you.

Acceptance

In order to be intimate, woman needs to feel safe, accepted, relaxed, and worthy. Trying to challenge her good sense, oppose or challenge her, will not win you love, respect, or understanding. If you accept her for who she is, it means that you are seeing the truth in her within your relationship. That will calm her and give her a sense of stability and safety. It makes her feel homey as she welcomes you into her life and her inner thoughts.

Appreciation

Appreciating her efforts makes her feel good about herself and increases the chances of her love connection with you. Showing her gratitude and validating her efforts reinforces your good relationship. That she knows she can be of help in times of need and contribute to your well being. Women cares when they are in love. Not knowing when to reciprocate her thoughtfulness by showing her appreciation makes her feel rejected.

Affection

As humans, we all need emotional, spiritual and physical affection. It requires some direct behaviors that show us the proof of these things. Affection is often a code word for sex but oftentimes, there can be sex just by being attentive, unexpectedly hugging her from behind, showering her with surprise gifts, sending note cards, dropping her a line when you are busy, these are some keys that makes her feel wanted.

Allowing

Allowing means letting her be who she is, and not trying to control her, change her, cage her, or force her into a mould she finds irrational, intolerable or humiliating. Allowing is the essence of unconditional love. But that doesn’t mean that you can’t set limits in your relationship with her. You can. But setting limits is done to protect your relationship and yourself; whereas controlling is making her do what you want. Acceptance doesn’t make sense without allowing.

Affirmation

Affirming is to express agreement with, or commitment to uphold and support her thoughts and ideas, or her words or actions. To agree or concur with her gives her the emotional support and encouragement she needs, that what she does is all correct.

I stand open to be corrected. But try not to be abusive with your language.

(Author Unknown)

Conglomerate

If everyone dies old, heaven is but a large conglomerate of senior citizens.

Every time it Rains

Every time it rains,

I imagine

cuddling you in my arms ,

and smell your hair..

The trickles,

reminds me of the seconds

on the face of

a clock,

and how much we have wasted

over trivial matters..

when we could use them

for love..

I have never forgotten

to love you

Even when it rains

Every time it rains

Let it stream down your heart

and gutter into a pool

Filled with love

In my heart

Let it striate the fog

off our windows

And remove the gale from our eyes

Each time it rains

Every time it rains..

-Kris Lee 2020.

Sexual Promiscuity and the Internet

“I think the internet has taken sexual promiscuity to a much higher level. The age of gigolos and mama-sans has succumbed to this almost invisible jackpot showcase that churns millions of assorted humanoids shifting through your screen like oranges falling from the sky within just a few clicks, without you making any raunchy effort to hide your ogle. It is a personal shopping experience of the most luscious level gushing across your iris and you don’t need to be at your personal best to connect.

In the midst of it all, it has also created scoundrels out of men of all shapes and sizes, colours, belief and status. Man that you thought was decent but mischievously deceptive, as they hunt for elixir outside the boundaries of their marital union, and many who hid their sexual innuendos in the pretext of scavenging for a healthy melty relationship. Surprisingly, these are the same people who wedge themselves comfortably in between genuine singles who do not lie nor deceive.

But why does the most successful decent looking husband with a loving wife and children would want to risk it all if one may ask? And successful smart woman were also being cheated everyday?

I think that nomadically, men has always been the hunter and because of that, the chase has always interest and excite them. What more the triumph and satisfaction of bringing their prized catch back home. Hence their uncontrollable fetish to hunt for flowers of the prettiest bloom.

I think ego and affirmation comes in close second, after years of being deduced from his stigmata of knighthood and gallantry, to that of a janitor and repairman by their partners.

Away from this league are those with uncontrollable urges for coitus, not like they have genuine worries of any kind, nor their egos bruised, the consequence of being side stepped by their partners expectations.

So, how women pick out these pearls from a cache full of peanuts is where relationship coaches took the first big bite out of dimwits, and the scammers who comes in a close second, happily fattening their wallets playing casanovas to these lonely hearts. For those who pays thousands of dollars for advice, still, not all are lucky. Many are still cheated by decent looking men, whilst the rest are still crowding around their personal computers.

But right now, one thing is for certain. As connectivity improves, the inbox will ring nonstop, thus, it is almost certain that women of today are getting much more adoration, admiration and attention than those living in the bygone era. It is abundance with a capital ‘A’ and no longer a ‘you dump me I have no one else to choose from’ game. Some has their ego hitting the roof that their once placid connectivity is now an oasis flustered with high quality lingeries waiting to line their wardrobes on their upcoming birthdays.

So what does this do to the world?

Well, it certainly gave the words lies, betrayal and deceit a proper place in the dictionary of discreet with lawyers busily wrangling for amicable settlements the world over. It has also become the number one avenue where women cheats. But somehow, women show more success in discreet whereas to the men, many got slapped.

And got slapped hard! “

-Kris Lee 2020.

Believe and Trust

One has to believe in a person before you can trust them. You can’t say I believe you, but I don’t trust you. Neither is it right to say that I trusted you, but I don’t believe you. That kind of statement is purely unacceptable.

Burnt Sand

The seabirds have flown

The grasses have turned brown

What are we but burnt sand

If hearts that bind no longer shine

But wilt in the golden meadow.

She Slips into Her Lingerie

She slips into her lingerie

Unperturbed by the grace she has received in all her years of sacrifices and sweltering for a good family

Although it gave her a sense of satisfaction

When everything falls into place

Nothing seems to work well where affairs of the heart and physical longing is concern

it is lost in the midst of it all

Not that she is complaining

But in her endeavor for a better tomorrow

She is still, after all, a woman

Silhouetted inside her own compound

Which is not just a garden

But a playground she hasn’t had the privilege to explore when younger

In all her nakedness

Therein lives the effeminate man tied and knotted to her for good..

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To her

He is but an innuendo who pleases no one but himself

With her needs and craving bloating within

She hungers for some wayward touch

Someone who could unbox her insatiable needs with care and respect a woman craves

Someone with enough resilience to sail the storm

Someone who understands when her soil needs wetting

And leave moist on her leaves

So she could eagerly wrap her petals around him

With the same attention, care and understanding given her

A wild orchid longing to bloom

Her craving now screams louder than the crashing of waterfall happening below

And thus she rhythmically nurtures herself

Oblivious to the melodrama and reverie

Triggering herself in alternate low high arousal

Immersing her thoughts in the most luscious of cosplay

Herself as the protagonist

At other times, the willing slave

She’s on fire…

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With each contraction, she jolts to the spasms reacting on her crotch

Harnessing her to wince in delight

She abandons all thoughts of the man bequeathed

For he hasn’t a clue where her hot button situates

He understands neither her needs to have her gape widened to subdue the itch

But her imagery lover does

She yearns for his unassuming gallantry

And strong reassuring arms with a thrust that could make her clamp onto his hips wickedly

And gyrate his hump

She longs for her senses to be awakened

Because she is all woman

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Her needs may be inconclusive

But right now, all she cares is to soar above the clouds

With a man who could coax the child out of her

She longs to be touched, teased, kissed and kneaded

She longs to be the wholesome woman before the coming of age

To even out the missed opportunities in her teens she so often reminisces

And in her latter years as a damsel caught in distress inside a restrictive society

She wants to be carried under his pinions and more

Much more…

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Again

she slips back into her lingerie

Again she loses herself in her own thoughts and caresses

But all those delights are but momentary pleasures

For as the sun sets

What which lasts was her struggle with silence and loneliness tormenting her in the fading twilight

As she straddles silently, her grief awaits her in the cuffed room

Of false pretenses…

True Love

True love rejoices in truth; in being honest, and transparent; whereas fake love hides in the darkness of lies

True love makes sacrifices; whereas fake love is only selfish upon themselves

True love lasts forever, unlike physical needs or material existence; whereas fake love dies, when it is only after the flesh

True love grows, and inspires you to be a better person; whereas fake love loves fighting and heated arguments, doesn’t know how to resolve problems calmly, and destroys your good life

True love loves you and loves itself, it looks after its own health and well being, so that you could have a stronger relationship; whereas fake love hates itself, giving you more undeserving pains and problems

True love acts with trembling, not only talks but act with passion, excitement and energy; whereas fake love is nonchalant, never cares, and always give excuses instead of fulfilling promises

True love is hopeful, include you into their future plans, and never give up fighting for you; whereas fake love easily gives up, has no permanent plan for your relationship, and doesn’t treat you as important

True love is faithful, dependable and believes in you despite your shortcoming; whereas fake love is unbelieving, until they are 100% sure of you

True love is loyal, displays strong commitment, and will never cheat on you; whereas fake love is a cheater

True love trusts, and have confidence in your actions, they think positively; whereas fake love doubts, and only harbors negativity about you

True love knows and makes effort to know and understand you, so they could love you better, can read your mind and feel your emotions; whereas fake love just doesn’t get it, doesn’t understand what’s going on with you, and doesn’t care about your thoughts and feelings

True love is wise, mature, and righteous; whereas fake love is foolish, childish, inconsiderate, reckless and narrow minded

True love may be painful, but it protects you and shields you from anything that will hinder growth; whereas fake love hurts, it only gives you momentous satisfaction, it is toxic

True love is honorable, respectful of your opinions, and ambition; whereas fake love is rude, arrogant, and disregards your self worth

True love is joyful, happy, and likes to see others happy; whereas fake love is bitter, filled with negativity, and holds grudges

True love is grateful, thankful and blessed when you are around, and appreciates everything you gave; whereas fake love is envious, feels you are unlucky, and jealous of your possessions

True love feels fulfilled; whereas fake love always feels empty, greedy, and unsatisfied

True love is humble, admits to mistakes, and takes the blame unto himself; whereas fake love is proud, boastful, a credit grabber, and never admit to mistakes

True love is patient, enduring, and forgiving; whereas fake love is easily angered, quick to judge, and punishes you without mercy

True love is kind to you, generous, and compassionate; whereas fake love is cruel, gives you pain and treats you badly

(Author Unknown)

MEMOIRS OF A GIGOLO

“You are my tender flower of the night

And I am your gardener

I tend to you

So that you will continue to bloom

and blossom

and flourish

Not wilt

Without sunlight

So that the bees may take interest in you

And the weeds will not choke you

And you are self assured being where you are

Once dejected

But now again chosen.

I feel elated and rejoiceful

So that I could go tend to other flowers

as well and make the whole garden bloom

With a life of its own

Although I spent my whole life

as a gardener

I don’t have the privilege to own

any flower.

As much as I wanted to.”

(Author Unknown)

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MY HOT LOVER

18+++ Warning! Do not read further if you’re underage or your country law does not permit, Thank You.

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She came in, we paused and looked at each other. She made a coying stare as she flicked her long tresses which felt like 10 minutes. And then we kissed. Aggressively for several minutes before I moved her onto my lap.

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We were both attached , she, a mother of two, but I could tell that made it more exciting, for both of us. I started to undress her, as she took my t-shirt off and I picked her up and threw her onto my bed . I wasn’t expecting anyone tonight , but she made the call. I am half guessing she wanted it badly..,

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I remember she laughed…

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I started kissing her body… starting with her ears and her neck; I could tell she was getting aroused as she bit her lips. I moved slowly down her body, giving her plenty of pleasurable pecks around her breasts while I rubbed my hand up and down the inside of her leg.

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She was fair skinned. A bit fleshy, but naughty. But that’s how I like it. She was always discreet, eager to experiment and tight lipped.

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I started kissing her lightly around her areolas , and she opened her mouth. She stared blank into my eyes and at this point, I could tell she was extremely turned on. I unbuttoned her jeans and took them off. I started rubbing her crotch and her panties were soaked.

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She reached for my crotch as I had a massive erection which was obvious given I was only in one of my looser cotton shorts. She pulled my penis out and moved over to start sucking on it. I said “No, I also want to go down on you” and she said “well I want to suck your cock”.

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So we did a sixty/nine.

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Before long, juice started flowing and I could feel her uneasiness by her writhing and her legs squashing me and so we decided to start having sex. We didn’t use a condom. I’ve never liked it and without it, the encounter was rastafaric and wreckless. She wasn’t concern at all at that time. From her blooded red lips , I could feel her arousal.

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She started riding me for a bit until she came and then we changed positions where I was standing just beside the bed, holding one of her legs up. I love her toned legs.

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Eventually, we moved to doggystyle. After three minutes in doggystyle, she stopped me and asked if I wanted her anal. I had said “Oooh! Hell do I love it! But are you sure?” She said “Yeah, that’s one of my fantasies. But just go slowly”. We didn’t have any lube but my penis was already wet from her vagina. At first I gave her a tongue fuck on her anus and then, I gently put it in her ass and I could hear her gasp slightly. I moved it in and out slowly for a bit. Gosh! it felt so tight…!” I tried to last as long as I could.

She finally started saying “I’m coming !” and within seconds after that, I came as well.

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THE END.

(Author Unknown)

ROAR FROM NATURE

18=== (Please do not continue reading if you are underaged or if the laws of you country forbid it, Thank You.)

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I’d like to pet you ,

with both your arms reaching behind my head,

your beautiful hair cascading down your back,

and I am right behind you…

holding onto you…

my naked body rhythming your own,

my hands,

now fondling your slightly engorged breasts…

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I’d like to watch you bite your lips,

letting off an inexplicable moan,

feeling the ecstasy of my fingers exploring your curvature

till wetness streams down your lower pelvis…

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And we were both naked.

Clumsily we have tossed our clothes onto the sand…

to the buzz of fireflies,

against the shadows that cascades upon the rocks.

In the glow of the silvery moonlight.

Like Adam & Eve,

you and I are now one in tune with the nature,

The warm lazy breeze caressing your skin,

and the sounds of roaring waves pounding the shores

like two eager lovers mixing in delight…

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I’d like to pet you,

continuously flicking your love grapes with my tongue,

till you writhe for breath…

my arms,

one propping up your dainty armpit,

the other,

stealthily trailing down your abdomen,

to where your muff is,

a finger away from your pelvic bone,

encircling your cropped turf,

playing lightly at the hairs,

as my lips peck your neck,

and nape at your shoulder blades,

till you squirm and bloom,

till your love juice flows out…

moistening your yearning cunt…

till you succumb to the erotic waves of pleasure touching…

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And with that same hand,

I lifted up one of your slender legs,

Lightly perching it onto the exposed roots

of the tall imposing Casuarinas

Oh those endless thighs…!

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The warm breeze now glides through your crotch,

Permeating your senses,

as I guide my fingers in through the eager parted folds

Your moist now trails its river down my fingers

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The strokes was enticing,

and exciting,

deeply satisfying even to the protagonist…

as it went from strong to weak, then strong again…

Working back and forth with the heightened pleasure…

which leads you to unimaginable crescendo…

Sometimes fast, at times slow…

till both your legs tremble,

as you squirm to the heat

till you signal for more…

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Your slender fingers now slides down

cusping your own grassy patch,

enjoying that sensation enveloping your entire abdomen,

before you guide your slender fingers to glade behind

in search of my love rod as you now hold…

and held me grimace,

the same moment as my fingers slither in to yours…

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Both our gyrations are now in harmony

As we both sway in tune,

with the wrestling leaves…

That continuous wrenching and sweet torment from the repeated trance

As my fingers now roar faster and faster, and faster,

your knees now made weak from the nail biting pleasure…

Your legs now shiver

Your breath in luscious gasp…

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And then you said

“Don’t stop darling, don’t you stop! I’m coming soon darling ohhhhh…!

As you grip tight to my hips…

I held you firm, fondling you from behind…

as you now peak in pleasure

And then you utter

“Oooh…ooooh…. ooooh…. ohhhhh ohHHH OHHHHHHH OHHHHHHHH That’s it! THAT’S IT! I’M COMING… I’M COMING…. I”M COMING!!!

and like a big tent acrobat, I flipped you over, both my hands now grip your buns,

my mouth pressing tightly on your lower muff

As you let off a huge moannnn….!

The gush was strong as waves and waves of pleasure surmount your whole being!

Relishing the loving wetness, I swish back and forth with my tongue,

And you manage to glance at me

through half opened eyes

Looking at me in that kneeling position, sucking into your gushing love hole

was too much to bear…

It makes you even hornier than you thought you are incapable of,

as the images of my orientation keeps on flashing inside your head, sending you now into pure ecstasy !

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I grip onto you firmly…

That you could enjoy the thrashing waves of orgasm now hitting you in spurts…

connecting you with the nature we lay bare!

And the contractions you feel all over your pelvic region has become a reservoir that just burst its embankments!

Flooding your gape which spurts so much of sweet loving juice!

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You now know you needed a little propping up as your limbs now weakens

As you glance down, you saw me gripping onto you ever so tightly

And you smile a little smile…

feeling at peace because he is right here with you, holding onto you ever so tightly

as you did him…

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THE END.

(Author Unknown)

ONE SORDID NIGHT

18+++ (REMINDER)

Please do not carry on reading if you are underaged or your country law forbids.

Prologue

“How sweet it would be, to see you there, lying on the bed, anticipating my presence”…

“How sweet it would be, to relish your contour, basking under the pale glow of the moon as I approach”, I thought for awhile…

Then,

I entered…

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Part 1

And there you were, lying face down, like a slumbering Aphrodite, your skin, smooth as silkened powder, your fragrance, enveloping the room , overcoming my senses…

Just like how I anticipated.

“Oh my lover of the night whose soul doth connects to mine…”, I thought to myself, as I whimper sweet nothings into your ears whilst your eyes lay closed …

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Part 2.

And there I was staring at you, and staring at myself from the reflection in the mirror. Through the faintly glow, there I was, quenching my thirst, with my fingers at your nape.

You quivered with pleasure…

On bended knees, I stoop, there I caressed your supple skin .

You turned over and smiled as I slowly lifted the strings that helm your nightie…

You trembled to the sensation of that cold air now pelting your skin…

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Part 3.

My mouth now explores the silkened length of your legs, relishing its way to your feet, caressing each dainty toe, tenderly taking them in one by one, into my mouth, hearing you let out a silent moan…

(A gush of juice now flows and wet your panties..)

My tongue, now inching along, teases your ankle with little pecks… as both my hands caresses your feet..

You were gasping in delight… mouth wide open, eyes in trancelike state, again, letting out a yearning moan…

(You felt a heightened sense of pleasure, a litany singing from heaven now overcoming your body..)

And you said “Gosh Darling, Give it to me nowI I want it now! Oh Please!!!”, as you spread your legs wide…)

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Part 4.

You were trembling and thrashing, as you gripped and swirl on the bedsheet, your head tossing, your mind swirling, your hair ruffling in a state of pure ecstasy..

Your nails now bite into my back, your legs, lifted, a little higher, gyrating to the rhythmic motion of my intimate dynamic humps.

“Take me! Take me!” you said!

Flesh to flesh, skin to skin, two luscious soul connects and rocks..

Organ to organ, sweat to sweat, moist juice smacking on their pubic hairs, as you held on tightly but firmly, my face limping over your neck, licking the sweet drips of perspiration warming your ears…

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Part 5.

Your nipples now stays erect, perched in gay abandonment brushing my torso… and the trash, at first slow, has now sped in tango. Both legs, once rodeoed, are now clamped, muscles gliding as they rub in intimacy, they are now locked over my back.

Such pain, such pleasure, your hands now gripped my face as you push your lips to meet mine!

“Give me your tongue” you said, as you thirstily quench on my saliva until you squirm and let out a Big BIG moan! Your pussy pulsates and contracts as it churns and swallows my engorged phallus. In an expletive moment, I too came! Spurts after spurts, giving the cunt the last few poundings it deserves!

“I want it inside my mouth!”, you said as you slid below my torso, slurping like s wild crazy creature, taking in every drop of love juice that you possibly could fit into your mouth. You swallowed, fingers guiding the spillovers, as you drank in all the nectar. “Now you’re inside my body”, you said with a sensuous glee.

You held onto me tightly…

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Part 6.

For a fleeting moment , there you are, laying motionless, succumbing to the feeling of ecstasy tinglng your skin and swirling inside your mind. You managed a few giggles as your body lays limpid to the sweet moist of love and lust both mixes in the concoction of the excitement you both planned. You wanted it so much. A far cry from the placid days spent lying there whilst your husband trounces you for his own selfish pleasure without caring for your needs. You lay there wondering, if this romance and discreet intimacy could go on and on, and on…

You wanted it so much to be able to unleash the hidden facets of your longings, trappings of a sex starved woman you knew you were, and for your body to be held and kneaded at the right places. That arouses you. That you know now, is the ingredient which makes the whole bonding heavenly.

And that is what, satisfies you immensely…

Most of all, you wanted to be able to orgasm as much, over and over and over again and feel the sensations lasting on your crotch, arising from the heat and madness with the wonderful lover you have found.

As you lay there, you could here the sounds of shower coming from the bathroom. And smiled. The contractions wasn’t over…

You ran your fingers over your abdomen and down your love hole. You inserted your fingers in and moaned. Now it’s even more sensitive to touch. And you loved it. “What a wild lover”, you thought to yourself. “He’s hot and perfect in every single way..,

And he alone could ignite the flame inside of me…”

The shower door opens and there he stood, the Greek god of sex you were endowed with.

And another tingling sensation envelops your being. “Honestly, I know I am insatiable.” you thought to yourself. “But how could he have made me not think of anyone else except him alone?!” And even when I’m not with him, there’s this longing that bodes into emptiness inside my heart, the longing for his presence, and touch. “Oh how it hurts!”

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Epilogue

I collected my clothes.

Again I approached my sweet Aphrodite and onto her body, I planted kisses. The forehead, the cheeks, the neck, the lips. And went down again to the other lips. Again she moaned. Again she spread her legs.

I smiled.

“Don’t go yet darling, stay with me for a little while more ?” , you were heard saying as I adjusted my self up from the love nest.

I went to your side, holding your hands in mine, feeling your fingers interlocking mine…

I gave it a reassuring squeeze…

And I said “Dear, I am yours, for as long as the river flows, mine will flow to your heart.”

I adjusted my shoelaces, then my tie.

“Never ever forget that, my soulmate, and I heart you.”

And again you pounced onto me, hungrily searching for my lips! I could feel your needs. And I let you. Brushing your hair off your face, my hands now flicking and embracing your gorged nipples…

The door remains closed.

My schedule again changes.

For the umpteenth time…

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THE END.

(Author Unknown)

Deepest Crevice

“And what is that fragrance

That cuddles my little grey cells

And held me captive

In the deepest crevice

of my darkest night

Through mazy pathways

The wonder of you

Clusters in patches

Of broken dew

Through summer neglect

Above the frothy dunes

Peaks the silken embrace

Of curvy primal steed

Of your scented breath.

Chuckles in the Midst of Revetment

 

Never in the history of our country has our people ever been so spruced up, spanky and clean! In another 18 days, we’d all be fairer skinned, slimmer and possibly more self absorbed. We’d also probably lost track of our goals and ambitions after the constant attack on detergents, shampoos, sanitizers and the heart to heart talk with our plants, fridge and coffee maker. We would have probably got used to the simpler necessities of life.

The immobilization and cranky solitude will make an imprint on us all, as we furrow our existence – being conscious about our day to day living, and waking up to visions of a cleaner sky, sea, land, trees, roads, tomorrow and of submerged silence. We will become more acutely aware of the people we come into contact with, giving up of handshakes for namaste, and segregating what matters and what can wait. And the immaterial from the material.

Our mind travels. We now relate ourselves to the animals in captivity at the Zoos, looking out from their cages day in, day out. And the fishes talking to their own reflection inside glass tanks. And we relate ourselves to the people anguished inside the atrocities of war with nothing to look forward to.

But as we all tone down and the world mellows in quivering spin, the smog that curtains our garden now clears. In its rare silence, we can relax to the chirping of birds and distinguish pure decibels once subdued by the noises infused by the mass honking of vehicles. We can rejoice to the depletion of aerosolic dust that once capped our lungs.

We are now more intelligent.

More critically aware of hygiene because we saw through human susceptibility and the mass pillage of undeserving corpses worldwide.

The earth now heals slowly as man dislodges their daily activities, gives up their wants for needs, and continue to prioritize what used to fashion us to the brink of despair.

After a further 18 days of revetment, we could all pat our own backs and be proud.

Think about how much more you will know about your partner, and the smell of jasmine tea. Some will break down, some eventually loses their minds. Some found new ways to dry their clothes and some, would crawl under their beds to sleep. And some would have turned philosophers, amid the chuckles from infants that warms our hope.

F**king?

Our world is now suffering from the unnecessary insertion of the word f**king in the most unlikeliest of sentence beit written or spelt out eg. ”He’s f**king sick!” … and I’m like “Huh? Really? He got sick f**king?”

Change Your Lifestyle

Work from home, study from home, eat at home, sleep at home, shit at home and play at home. Shop, pray, get entertained or meet people?

Go online.

Change your lifestyle.

This is Year 2020.

Stones

For centuries, religion has lived with men. If religion is the water of life, then men must be the stones which stays submerged. But still remains dry when picked. Such are men. It is difficult for water to penetrate us. Lest we chose to be porous.

Chinese Elegance

The Chinese could not have been more elegant, unless we hark back to the era of the glitzy twenties, with pompadour hairstyles and sequined dresses bedecked with fineries et al, the way we are supposed to be, all dressed up to roar!

Self Importance

“When self importance is stripped away, our mind will seek to escape and one will thus withdraw oneself into one’s own tiny cage before emerging into a fantasy world that others find you weird to comprehend or accept. Self consolation and assurance plays out full time in the form of hallucination. Others become victims of your aggression. The majority who can’t escape suffers from depression.”

Mayhem

Your environment shapes you,

your circumstance shapes you,

the people around you shapes you.

No wonder you are in such a mayhem.

Wipers

Make me God and I shall make long eyelashes essential in my creations. For those who has them, you’d understand how it feels when it wipes the surface of your eyeglasses every now and then. Just like wipers on car screens.

Cares for looks

Some women thought that man only cares for looks. Until they were dumped years later for women whose maturity cradles his insecurity, whose humor tickles his fantasy, and whose wit conserves his legacy.