Verbinh
09-15-06, 12:34 PM
The Quintessential Lover Man – Shabba! (Ladies: Consider Yourself Lucky To Have Found This)
Many women desire older men, many women yearn to have a partner who is youthful and can keep up with her expeditions in life. But the problem with many males in this is society, is that there isn’t a true balance in both spectrums (a man who possesses the quality of a playful, energetic lad and the wisdom, confidence and chivalry of a sophisticated man). Well, I happen to be one of the last Mohicans, a true renaissance jack-of-all-trades who’s qualities are incomparable to any male his age; like standing on his watch, I’m ahead of my time. Who do you know that possesses a personality that is filled with charisma, vigor and enthusiasm yet exerts the flair, intellect, wit and rationale of a man beyond his years? Who do you know can make a woman swoon at the thought of his presence?
Enter the life of Lover Man Suella.
I notice that within the duration of a relationship, women complain about the men they so call “a significant other”. It’s ironic because I find for a many men, to be the least significant object or “thing” in a woman’s life (age does not discriminate, even the most eldest of femmes are highly capable of nurturing a feeble mind, they are merely girls trapped in a woman’s body). Why invest so much precious time with a man who has no true desire to be with you? Why spend so much time and thought into a insensitive dimwit who cares for nothing but his entertainment console and automobile?
Boys are merely boys, and that’s what separates them from the alpha’s who carry the tune to a woman’s beating heart. It’s unfortunate that many males in this society are incompetent of loving. I chuckle at the thought. *ha… ha… ha… hum* The only time a woman that shares my heart would complain and express grief would be due to the fact that I’m not with her often enough, and that there are only so many hours in a day. Relax my dear. You will soon find the waves of a climaxing ocean consuming every portion of your nether regions. Call me precipitation as only “I” can keep you wet.
Also, too many boys are rather… violent and physical with their mates. When a boyfriend and girlfriend decide to do a little rough-housing (or in laments terms, wrestling) that the male character has a tendency to put his companion in a head-lock (which is rather painful and at times, excruciating). When I decide to engage in some toggling activities with my partner, I don’t use tactical forms of barbarism, as mines are rather “spiritual”, so to speak. So when you’ve got your girl in a head-lock, I’ve got mines… in a LOVE lock. Try getting out of THAT, baby doll. Ah ha.
You love it.
I’ll say this once and only once. A woman can make a list of 1000 things to do before she dies. She can; swim the seven seas, jump off the highest bridge in Ethiopia, consume a Texas Monster Burger in a given amount of time (that’s an 8 pound sandwich for the unseasoned), snort a line of coke, changer her own oil, run a marathon in wooden clogs, etc. But if she hasn’t spent a night with me… consider that list null and void.
I can make love to a woman for days on end, and by the time the session has come to a halt, I can look into her eyes, have her cerebrum fall into a deep trance, and magically place her body on a soothing, satin-laced love cloud. She will feel ultimate pleasure and sheer ecstasy. Never has a woman experienced such a high this pleasant and remarkably surreal since your inception to this rough and turbulent world. I can ease that harsh and uneasy life and take you on the softest ride. I am the Charmin bear’s left fluffy butt cheek.
Taste the strawberries I feed you. Is it sweet? Of course it is. Everything I touch is sweet.
You like my lips. You lust for them like the grooves on a Dove bar on a hot, sultry day in the midst of July. The silhouette of my moist lips sparkles from the glare of the pale moon light. They are luscious and delicate, but dangerous. Place your lips with caution, I do bite.
And as our lips intertwine, the affection that is me sends chills through the passages of your arched spine. The reaction only spells one thing.
*Roc La Familia Dynasty Intro Beat Fades...*
Many women desire older men, many women yearn to have a partner who is youthful and can keep up with her expeditions in life. But the problem with many males in this is society, is that there isn’t a true balance in both spectrums (a man who possesses the quality of a playful, energetic lad and the wisdom, confidence and chivalry of a sophisticated man). Well, I happen to be one of the last Mohicans, a true renaissance jack-of-all-trades who’s qualities are incomparable to any male his age; like standing on his watch, I’m ahead of my time. Who do you know that possesses a personality that is filled with charisma, vigor and enthusiasm yet exerts the flair, intellect, wit and rationale of a man beyond his years? Who do you know can make a woman swoon at the thought of his presence?
Enter the life of Lover Man Suella.
I notice that within the duration of a relationship, women complain about the men they so call “a significant other”. It’s ironic because I find for a many men, to be the least significant object or “thing” in a woman’s life (age does not discriminate, even the most eldest of femmes are highly capable of nurturing a feeble mind, they are merely girls trapped in a woman’s body). Why invest so much precious time with a man who has no true desire to be with you? Why spend so much time and thought into a insensitive dimwit who cares for nothing but his entertainment console and automobile?
Boys are merely boys, and that’s what separates them from the alpha’s who carry the tune to a woman’s beating heart. It’s unfortunate that many males in this society are incompetent of loving. I chuckle at the thought. *ha… ha… ha… hum* The only time a woman that shares my heart would complain and express grief would be due to the fact that I’m not with her often enough, and that there are only so many hours in a day. Relax my dear. You will soon find the waves of a climaxing ocean consuming every portion of your nether regions. Call me precipitation as only “I” can keep you wet.
Also, too many boys are rather… violent and physical with their mates. When a boyfriend and girlfriend decide to do a little rough-housing (or in laments terms, wrestling) that the male character has a tendency to put his companion in a head-lock (which is rather painful and at times, excruciating). When I decide to engage in some toggling activities with my partner, I don’t use tactical forms of barbarism, as mines are rather “spiritual”, so to speak. So when you’ve got your girl in a head-lock, I’ve got mines… in a LOVE lock. Try getting out of THAT, baby doll. Ah ha.
You love it.
I’ll say this once and only once. A woman can make a list of 1000 things to do before she dies. She can; swim the seven seas, jump off the highest bridge in Ethiopia, consume a Texas Monster Burger in a given amount of time (that’s an 8 pound sandwich for the unseasoned), snort a line of coke, changer her own oil, run a marathon in wooden clogs, etc. But if she hasn’t spent a night with me… consider that list null and void.
I can make love to a woman for days on end, and by the time the session has come to a halt, I can look into her eyes, have her cerebrum fall into a deep trance, and magically place her body on a soothing, satin-laced love cloud. She will feel ultimate pleasure and sheer ecstasy. Never has a woman experienced such a high this pleasant and remarkably surreal since your inception to this rough and turbulent world. I can ease that harsh and uneasy life and take you on the softest ride. I am the Charmin bear’s left fluffy butt cheek.
Taste the strawberries I feed you. Is it sweet? Of course it is. Everything I touch is sweet.
You like my lips. You lust for them like the grooves on a Dove bar on a hot, sultry day in the midst of July. The silhouette of my moist lips sparkles from the glare of the pale moon light. They are luscious and delicate, but dangerous. Place your lips with caution, I do bite.
And as our lips intertwine, the affection that is me sends chills through the passages of your arched spine. The reaction only spells one thing.
*Roc La Familia Dynasty Intro Beat Fades...*