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"Fondle
my thoughts for a moment...play with my postulations, arouse my
ambitions. Find out what truly makes me squirm. Make me forget that
you're around, getting me lost in the power you've found; with my bottle
of emotions unfastened, make me pine for you when you're absent. Accent
your curves and verve with words that serve your elegance on a platter
of eloquence. Innocence gives this a certain
sheen...even dirty thoughts are clean when there's no mud involved, no
intent to stain or to find an advantage to gain. I trust your
lust...such an honest desire to fuel my fire. Refusing to stroke my ego
in order to caress my commitment, to massage my manhood. Should you
decide to make love to mind, my spirit will respond. My soul will rise
to meet you...the real me, the truest me will reveal itself to greet
you..."
-A. Lewis
"I'm
not trying to leave a legacy...I just want the world to be better than
how it was left for me. I don't know how the world will change in my
lifetime. Maybe petroleum will no longer be a lifeline, there will cease
to be a black/white line, and the minority won't be people of the
'nice' kind. Or maybe the world shall be swathed in a frost, the
remnants of a nuclear holocaust. It matters not. All
I can do is give love to all, seeking to dilute our separatist ways;
accepting those I can't, while understanding those I'm able to faze. As
of now, the world is conducive to evil. Most with power got it by lying
to, deceiving, and using people. I'm not a fan of that power structure,
and seek to rupture it by giving power to honesty and love. I will
respect those that respect others, treating all women and men as sisters
and brothers. In holding myself to a high level of personal conduct and
behavior, I hope to inspire everyone's inner savior; no single person
made the world this way, so if we all seek change, the current
conditions won't stay."
-A. Lewis
"She's
a ball hog; taking shot after shot. When she arrived at the club and
all the guys showed her love, morals became an afterthought. Every smile
she sent brought a drink in return, fooling men who couldn't discern
between interest and charm. She was trading gyrations for libations; men
were trying to speed down her curves, shelling out bills like they were
paying citations. The men wanted to smash
and date her, not knowing she was a pro skater: down to grind on
anything that would show her a good time. Good food, good wine, and
better weed were supposed to be all she would need...but she had been
wounded a long time ago, and continues to bleed. All of her nights are
the same, using the same formula to numb the pain..."
-A. Lewis
"I'm
aware of the fact that "let's chill" and "let's hang out" have been
reduced to basic euphemisms for "let's meet up so you can fulfill my
sexual needs," but I still wonder why young ladies don't want to simply
chill anymore. I know they've lost faith in us young men, but I swear
that there are some of us that would love to be invited over just to
converse and watch TV and/or a movie. Heck, I'd even
bring some food. Why can't we relax? I'm all for getting spiffy
(believe me, I am. lol) and going out, but vibing is so much better.
Getting to know someone is usually fun when all of the defenses come
down...but I'm sure that's where the problem lies, young ladies not
wanting to be vulnerable since so many of my peers have become as
ruthless as the bankers that have steered Europe into financial hell
just to make a profit. Some of us are still gentlemen though."
-A. Lewis
"It's
like her body is written in cursive, her elegant curvation cursing at
me in the language of love, talking dirty with each sultry move. Lust is
a list of simple commands, designed by the mind to meet
physio-emotional demands, and it's as if her body is transcribing my
desire, swirling letters in the burning fire that is my passion. The
symmetry of her breasts are like rhymes; there is irony between
the width of her waist and size of her behind. Her skin glows with the
bristling shine of an anticipatory nervous system, a breathtaking
metaphor to behold--she is poetry in motion, a silent commotion heard
only by the eyes. As with all prose, she is a matter of complex
simplicity; simply wanting to pleased, but wanting it done in the ways
that her body suggests implicitly...so as I admire the penmanship of her
sexuality, all the details of her body, I listen and read intently. Her
literature tempts me..."
-A. Lewis
"She
was a supernova...burning brightly until she burned herself out; known
to blame men, although she turned herself out. Never content with
possessions, she wanted different things. An angel unappreciative of her
talents, she wanted different wings. Beauty was her blessing, but it
became a curse; neglecting her mind, she depended on her looks first. As
time elapsed, perhaps the mishaps should have
nudged her in the right direction. But, when you're rationalizing right
to avoid the truth of being wrong, you won't want correction. And so
goes the story of the glory of the night: shrouded by darkness, so
lauded for being bright. No one ever inquires about how these fires
burn...but there's a clear difference between one that spreads and one
that yearns. The former uses what it takes; the latter takes what it
uses. The supernova was an artist, with makeup as paint and her flaws as
muses..."
-A. Lewis
"I a
dore
women, and frankly believe that many of them exist to amaze. One of
the best parts of being a man is being able to complement that. Their
strength requires our sensitivity, their fortitude needs our open arms,
their focus is best when coupled with our understanding, their
multitasking is made easier by our doting, their thick skin can be taken
care of by our attention. The list goes on and
on. The number one complement would have to be supporting their
affinity to give love by having them receive ours. Beyond protection, we
are their rock. That's why honesty, dependability, accountability, and
responsibility are some of the greatest intangible assets a young man
can have."
-A. Lewis
