He held her in his arms. Her soft skin felt like silk. He smiled. She smiled back. He pursed his lips. Ready to plant a big one on her. As he leaned forward, A sudden stream of warmth poured on his lap.
It sent him into shock. The sound of his shock sent her into giggles and laughter as she kicked her little feet. She had wet his pants. He giggled and laughed. For that was all there was to do. She was his little girl. His baby girl. His little bundle of joy.
My dirty oily hands, You kiss as though they were made of gold smeared in honey My tools, You clean with gentleness as though they were a sword of a Knight of Knights My work, You marvel at as though I was commander of armies of Knights
The touch of my greasy hands, You yearn for as though they bore the warmth of the sun at dawn My dirty feet, You grovel at as though I was a god My dusty head, You crown as thought I was King of Kings
My eyes, You look into as though in them lies salvation My dry lips, You kiss as though they were manna of life My embrace, You hold onto as though it was the breath you breathe
My dirty greasy lap, You sit on as though it were a throne for a Queen of Queens You honour me as though I am royalty For many dare say, I deserve no such honour For I am but a mere MECAHNIC
I know rape is mostly perpetuated by men and the blame is entirely placed on them. However, there are some situations where a man didn’t seem to know exactly that what he committed was rape because of extenuating circumstances. One circumstance in particular has been on my mind. And that is the situation where rape occurs when both the victim and the perpetrator are DRUNK.
So, I figured I could give a view that has fostered the phrase “Get Her Drunk” among guys. The thing is when most girls want to indulge in sex, they usually want to have a beer or two or some form of intoxication before getting down to a shag. They do so to numb their moral compass about sex before marriage, in most cases, or simply to have the courage to do it.
However, this has inevitably given guys the perception that girls can only indulge in sex when they are drunk. Because of this guys think when a girl says NO while she is sober, she is only playing hard to get because she is not drunk. As a result most guys think a girl saying yes to a drink implies yes to sex. And when a girl indulges in sex while sober, to guys it’s not just a girl being comfortable with her sexuality, it’s her being a slut which is very wrong.
Keep in mind we live in a society with double standards where somehow its okay for men to sexually explore before matrimony yet it’s a HARD NO for girls. The question we fail to ask time and time again is who are men exploring sex with if girls are not allowed to explore.?? Are they shagging dogs or perhaps cows?
The worst part of the “Get Her Drunk Mentality” is that most guys who do it don’t think they are doing anything wrong. They think its normal because girls usually want to intoxicate themselves before sex.
Don’t get me wrong. I’m not blaming the victims of this heinous crime. I’m simply saying we need to change the perception and narrative about sex before marriage. And Ladies you need to stop the “I NEED TO BE TIPSY BEFORE I CAN SHAG” Mentality. It inevitably fosters a wrong perception about the state of mind a girl needs to be in before sex. Embrace your sexuality boldly. If a guy calls you are slut for sleeping with him while you are sober, dump that fool and walk with your head held high knowing you embrace your sexuality as opposed to being victimized.
Fellas, we need to invest in studying the Art of Seduction from either books or digital media (NOT Porn), so we stop indulging in this rampant DATE RAPE that has corroded our moral compass to the point of doing it without knowing we are raping. Hell we need to stop treating the “Get Her Drunk Mentality” like its normal in our GUY TALK Conversations. It has to stop Now. Because in future you will have a Daughter and I don’t think you want her falling victim to a behaviour you helped foster and normalize.
Ladies be bold with your sexuality. Embrace it and educate one another about it. It’s your body. Own its physical sensual needs as you own it when you flaunt it’s beauty. Fellas study the Art of Seduction from books or Digital media. Better yet talk to your player friend who gets the girls with ease. Hell I bet YouTube has this stuff on it. And Porn has Zero Seduction Education Guys..!!!!! It doesn’t count as a source of digital media for Seduction Education.
Often times when choosing a lover or Leader, society has always chosen a man with a story of repentance from a dark past. The argument has always been that a repented man with a dark history has learned his lessons and can never error again. And if they do, it will be to a limited extent.
Yet time and time again we have seen these men do the exact opposite. Which is repeat the very dark “mistakes” they allegedly learned from for selfish reasons which benefit them. When that happens, that is, a man continuing being unfaithful either be it in marriage or as a leader of a nation we cry faul saying he let us down.
Like how do we find the energy to complain when we knew the kind of man he was to begin with? True, ones history does not entirely define their future as people do change, but shouldn’t history be a warning sign of what might come as history tends to repeat itself?
We completely sideline men with a clean story as we regard them to be too clean to be a leader without trial.
Point is I think it’s time we let clean men rule as they maybe what we need to restore morality to the leadership of the world at large because the men with juicy dark stories have turned this world into what it is today, A MESS NOT FIT FOR HUMAN OCCUPATION.
She promised to come for him He waited like a patient man he was It was too late When she arrived Time was not on his side So his last breath Hopelessly she witnessed. For time was all they needed Yet they had none.
What drowns your poor heart my beloved? She asked. Deafening Silence she got My mind lost in reminiscent. My shoulder she patted I turned to look at her. The love in her eyes split my heart wide open. So I bled on her. I bled as though my aorta had been cut open. I bled because bleeding is all I could do.
I bled about the first Kiss. I bled about the caress. The first time I lost breath in her arms Yet I was alive. I had never been more alive. Breathless yet so alive. A Conundrum I can not fathom.
I bled about the laughs and cries we drowned in. I bled about the smiles and frowns we masked ourselves with. I bled about moments lost Moments froze in time. Most of all My heart bled about the time we made love A Hindi Song our soundtrack Who knew that a Zeeworld Rhythm would make me find love in a Dark place.
I bled because bleeding is all my heart does. Reminiscing about her Cuts me open
She looked me in the eye. Let go my child, She whispered. Let go lest you bleed all your love away. Let go. Rivers don’t drown souls. Souls drown in rivers.
Let go my child. Lest this darkness engulfs your soul Let light in again For in pain their is nothing beyond wisdom and strength to gain. Dance again For sometimes love is pain With everything to gain.
Sing again For Rhythm & Soul is all the raving you need. Let the Rhythm & Bluez die for a moment. For a moment is all is needed to love again. Do unleash all that holds you bondage. For we drown in the River not for Falling In them. We drown for staying submerged in them. DROWN AGAIN. Not in the water but in Love.
Don’t Come closer, she screamed I am an unforgiving inferno Hell fire in the flesh on earth To ash, flesh I turn Love Me, Hate Me Scorch you I will regardless Touch me not lest I immolate your touch of compassion
I fear not this stern caution For I am made of ice I am the arctic circle My heart is an iceberg My veins are a glacier She sees not for she is blinded by her flames In her fiery eyes I gaze My heart I let bleed.
Hell yeah I wanna come closer Its time for this Iceberg heart of mine to melt back to life I have been cold for too long An inferno is what I seek Your hellish inferno is what I need to melt this iceberg.
Feel the burn in my heart once more To live again is all I yearn for I have grown weary of merely existing I don’t mind the fumes They are the smell of Eden and all its sweet nectars before the sin
Your inferno I will quench as you melt my chill. Together we are fire and ice A perfect storm of all ages Tornados and Wild Fires will be our children The fruit of your womb Our creation Our DNA personified Our legacy imortalised
So hell yeah I wanna come closer Together our hearts will bleed pain no more Instead the love we were never given is all we will bleed Bleeding love – Leona Lewis Fear no more From the tomb came everlasting life and redemption
So hold my hand my fire Let me quence that fire Let me be your ice Bleed no more In union, we are stronger than titanium. So let me COME CLOSER.
We live in a world that screams positivity from Mount Zion in Israel to the Table Mountains in South Africa. The positivity is so loud, it’s now a mere slogan. Barely applies to daily life. If you doubt, look at the suicide rate stats.
We are a sad generation that chants words and recites quotes like poems in kindergarten without fully understanding the meaning of these words. Much less fully comprehend the depth of the lesson they seek to teach. We have little appreciation for the process of growth so we would rather shout about it.
Being a progressive is all the talk. Madness marinated into social change. Anyway, I’m just but one guy trying to figure out why all the sudden being 30 years old means every woman between the age of 21 to 50 thinks when I approach them, I’m looking for a wife. Like back off. I’m just horny. No marriage in site. At least for now anyway.
So next time someone screams be POSITIVE, try being REALISTIC instead. It saves you a heartache later when things go south. And if things work out, Just SMILE and give your share of the round of applause.