Erotophoria

Mmm… passion - the most beautiful excuse ever. It’s interesting the way a woman’s sex can turn me into a fool.

Here’s a little something I wrote for myself:

Women,

You tell me you love me at night. You fight me in the morning. You hide when I cry. You dare accuse me of resist?

When stabbed the broken tip of a dagger gnaws on my softest parts. Alone, my blood turns new woven tapestries into poison laced canvase. You say you want a sensitive lover?

Fuck you. This is a sensitive man. Fuck me and I’ll worship you. Fight me and I’ll cry.

You make a play on emotion with me? I am not a beast who charges when whipped. I proudly wear my most tender parts in front. I am a man. I fight with heart exposed.

Make love to me then stab me. Don’t pity me because I bleed.

~Sensitive Man

See what I mean? I must be crazy to think pussy is worth getting stabbed over.

On a more serious note I guess the the jist of it is this: Make love to me, fuck me, blow my fucking brains out while you ride me like a beast, but if you hurt me then please let me express myself. Men have feelings, and some of you women are worth more then just sex.

I dunno… for me fighting is sexy as long as both sides fight fair. Next to sex a good, emotionally expressive fight is probably the most intimate thing two people can do.

~Virgohippy