Black_Bird
Not Innocent
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- Oct 26, 2001
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How often do we assume that a man or woman is not a sexual being, when their flesh is crying out to be touched, kissed, carressed?
How oft do you look at a larger man and assume he has no desire for sex? Sex might very well drip from this man, from his tongue and tear up in his eyes, yet you pass the man by. He would ravish you and hold you on the edge of pleasure until it becomes pain to wait any longer. Did you not know this?
How often do you look at a woman of ethnicity and assume something concerning their sex life, their wants and needs? How often do you look at a virgin young lady and think her to be completely innocent of lust? How often do you look at a virgin man and see someone who is less of a man?
I am not saying I am not guilty of some of these things; I am. I think we all are... I think we all have been victims of it at one point or another as well.
I am a sexual being - I ooze it. My mind traces the edge of flesh I can not touch. Yet, at one time, I was ashamed... an ugly duckling with dirty little thoughts that ugly ducklings just shouldn't have. I was never popular and always the punchline to some cruel joke. In someways, I still am that ashamed and hurt little boy... but the black bird within me will not be denied.
I am sex.
How oft do you look at a larger man and assume he has no desire for sex? Sex might very well drip from this man, from his tongue and tear up in his eyes, yet you pass the man by. He would ravish you and hold you on the edge of pleasure until it becomes pain to wait any longer. Did you not know this?
How often do you look at a woman of ethnicity and assume something concerning their sex life, their wants and needs? How often do you look at a virgin young lady and think her to be completely innocent of lust? How often do you look at a virgin man and see someone who is less of a man?
I am not saying I am not guilty of some of these things; I am. I think we all are... I think we all have been victims of it at one point or another as well.
I am a sexual being - I ooze it. My mind traces the edge of flesh I can not touch. Yet, at one time, I was ashamed... an ugly duckling with dirty little thoughts that ugly ducklings just shouldn't have. I was never popular and always the punchline to some cruel joke. In someways, I still am that ashamed and hurt little boy... but the black bird within me will not be denied.
I am sex.