Isn't she lovely?

I believe there are some things that cannot be seen with the lens of a video camera or the snapshot of a high-quality photo. I often think of moments in my past I wish I could watch from the perspective of a third person, relive that instant in time to remember why and how it shaped my future. Do I channel my life energy through the eyes of others, or is it that I view my milestones in self evolution in the way I delight the women in my life? I simply cannot say for certain, but I do know that some of the richest moments I can recollect involve such special individuals.

I remember my first insatiable kiss with the girl up the street from where I lived; this was the first time I felt the desire to connect with a woman in ways I didn’t quite understand at the time. I felt at that moment, if she asked me for anything in the world I would have gladly given it to her. This was my first and only moment of absolute surrender I can remember. This was also the first time I could read the thought of a young lady by her physical gestures and not having to say a word. I looked into her eyes that suddenly seemed deeper and more vivid then the sky at night. I have never had this happen to me again, it was the first and only time in my life.

Then there was my first seduction of a young woman; a time that I knew what to do and when to do it because everything just seemed so right. This was a succession of events that could never be planned by anyone unless destiny decreed it by supernatural means. The way her waist fit perfectly in my grasp, the arch of her back, the angle our eyes happened to meet; as if were two pieces of a puzzle where being put together. This was a moment when things I wanted to say came to me effortlessly, and a kiss from me to her was preordained to occur on equal terms, 50/50; speaking of the very same girl whom wouldn’t give me the time of day just a few days ago.

It’s moments like the first time I felt a girl melt in my arms when I held her close to me. The very same moment I decided I wanted to protect her from any and everything that would cause her harm; the moment I truly felt like a man. There was even the time I felt soft at heart when the girl who adored me came running and jumped into my arms, wrapping her legs around my waist; a moment I felt needed, loved and appreciated. I can remember more vividly the time I saw her eyes light up when I stepped into the room when we had been apart form a short time. These are things I think about every-so-often, days I wish I could relive in some way.

Most of all I miss the first time I heard the soft panting and eager moaning of one young girl when her soft behind touched my groin, and the aroused and thoughtless grinding motion she engaged in for reason I can’t explain; the thought of her disregarding her skirt gradually lifting up and the blatant fact that there was an audience watching her every action. I can remember with clarity the things she said to me that I had only thought existed in theater; the surreal motions her body moved that felt as if she wanted to connect with me in ways that where not humanly possible. I had never felt so needed or desired in such a way. This is truly an instance in time that stands alone.

I will also never forget the first time my girlfriend reached an orgasm of likes I had never seen before. All I wanted to do was let her know I was there for her, a secure handle for her to grasp to as her body took her on a ride I still do not fully understand. The look she gave, as her high began coming down, the smile of eternal satisfaction, the look she had as if a great thirst had been quenched are all instances of a meta-reality I truly believe can never be captured or contained. It saddens me to know that these are just moments; moments I can only remember and never get back. Could it be, I can never get them back because they never truly belonged to me? I can’t say for certain.

For now, all I can do is wonder. Even though the women in my life where beautiful in many ways, these moments I shared with them were simply lovely; in those still moments in time that I can remember their faces were even lovelier.

-Shaum

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So much more…

I can’t stress it enough! Ok, I get it! I know you’re more the just a pretty face. You’re smart, witty, funny, adorable and full of life. I get it! But what I don’t get is why you never show anyone else that you’re all these things? Why does it always have to be a reassurance pick-up line when some guy thinks you going down the “I’m more then my looks path”.

Ok, let me be straight up with you, I didn’t know you where anything else buy a pretty girl when I stepped to you, and to be honest I thought you where also misguided, shallow and mean. Why you ask? Because before I even said anything to you, you looked at me like I wasn’t worth a damn.

Now don’t get me wrong, I didn’t judge you right away because you judged me first, I let my conversation with you decide the rest. After that I assumed you had no sense of awareness, I cam e to this conclusion because you couldn’t sense my positive aura or my sincerity. To add to this, you found it very necessary to point out all of my flaws and personal quirks. So now I assumed you where not only rude, but that you where also uptight and a bad judge of character.

Luckily for you I can look into the heart of people, see past their outward façade and view what’s in their heart. So when I stared into your eyes to see if you meant any of the things you where saying, my conclusion was… no, you didn’t mean any of it. So why? Why did you say cruel things you didn’t mean or be someone who you clearly aren’t? Was it a test? Ok, I’ll assume it was just a test and try to pass it with flying colors. What then? I get it now, you actually have a sense of humor, you like to laugh and talk about things important to you. Was it really that hard?

Look, I’m not saying you should show everyone who you really are. If it’s one of those pleasures that you have to earn, or be worthy to experience, I get it. Just know that first impressions are really all that people have to work with these days; getting to know someone isn’t as easy as most would like it to be. So even if you might be smart, witty, funny, adorable and full of life; don’t be surprised if the average person can’t see it. I’m not saying wear your heart on your sleeve, but your personal character should be just as visible as your lovely smile.

I’m just sayin’.

-streetPoet007

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Cutie Pie

Please don’t get me wrong when I say this, but I’m not a “face man”. I mean, I love a pretty face just as much as the next guy; but it’s not really that important to me. If it could be said I had a preference, you could label me as a man who admires a nice physique. I like curves, I like legs, I love hips and thighs and a pretty face isn’t bad either.

Now I’ve seen pretty faces, lots of them. All are unique and special in their own way, but I’ve never seen a young-lady so pretty that she glowed. I don’t mean the type of glow a woman has when she’s feeling good about herself, or when she smiles at your jokes, or she’s in love. These things are radiant and beautiful; this is true. However, this glow I’m speaking of is quite unique to this particular girl.

After giving it some thought and trying to come up with a way to explain this phenomenon, the best I came up with was this: “Her glow is not one of radiance, but an ambient glow. It is not a glow that brightens up dark places but rather intermixes with the darkness to become a hazy luminance. Her brilliance and the dark are not separate characters, but share the same principles.” So in my analysis of her glowing aura, I have come to the conclusion that I have discovered something rare and unheard of.

I guess this is the part where I speak on her inner character and personality which fills a room with joy and enthusiasm, but I can’t do that. She is nothing like that at all; her brilliance shines in a place that cannot be measured by such common words. The beauty of her face ventures into places that men and women cannot speak of without taboo implications. Her sparkling eyes do not inspire your heart to melt, but rather sets your heart on fire and drives you to do things naughty and distasteful.

I tried to resist her dark flame, but I was drawn into her mysteriously cold warmth like a helpless moth. She could have nearly destroyed my entire world in a single day, but it was only because I was a “true-life poet” that I survived her wrath. I’d be a fool to fall for her malevolent charms again, but how can I say no to warm fresh slice such as she, especially when she tastes so sweet? How can something so sinister be so cute?

-streetPoet007

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