Monday, 17 November 2014

An open love letter to women...

I am sure she is saying something of importance, I am sure it’s a reason why I should embrace her hippy liberal views.
I wish I could pay attention. I wish I cared. I really do, but in this moment my complete focus is on her wine stained lips and how she occasional bites them when I argue her point.
The last of the bottle is poured, temptation thickens.
For her, this get-together to share wine has been an excuse to see if my reputation upholds itself. For me, it is a chance to bask in her femininity and see if she can be corrupted.
With every sip her inner voice of vulnerability grows more curious, almost begging to give in.
She is not innocent; though, I am sure she will not tell herself that. Perhaps now she realizes this moment should have stayed a late night fantasy.
The pull of seduction takes over and a certain spark emanates from her eyes. Every one of her senses is sharpened. The bill drops and with it a decision will be forced.
The rest of the story stays with me...
I love women...that is not a secret. I consider myself forever charmed for each moment I have spent with one, years, months, days or seconds. To me, it’s all the same and I have savored it all.

Each touch, laugh and kiss is so different, and yet somehow they all leave me like a dog chasing his own tail. It’s not my fault. How does one ever say no to the presence of beauty and the smell of vanilla in the air?

There are some that still haunt me and others that brighten my day. Some, I am still paying for!
I am not going to apologize for my love of women. Why should I?
I am well beyond caring what others think and have never cared for conformity or the idea that indulging in pleasure is a bad thing.
Why not drink the wine kiss the lips and get lost in pure unadulterated animalism? Revel in life's moments where sometimes it’s good to be bad. Take what you want and feel no guilt, it was put there for your enjoyment.
Fuck the prudes and their judgment. Fuck the snake and apple that have told us this is wrong.
Pay no attention to those standing on the side lines of life pointing their ugly fingers of judgment, beating their chest with their self aggrandizing, misguided morality, character and ethics.
All nouns, created by the weak to give them a reason why they cannot live free.

“Let me give you a little inside information about God. God likes to watch. He's a prankster. Think about it. He gives man instincts. He gives you this extraordinary gift, and then what He does, I swear for His own amusement, his own private, cosmic gag reel; He sets the rules in opposition. It's the goof of all time. Look but don't touch. Touch, but don't taste. Taste, don't swallow. Ahaha. And while you're jumpin' from one foot to the next, what is he doing? He's laughin' His sick, fuckin' ass off! He's a tight-ass! He's a SADIST! He's an absentee landlord! Worship that? NEVER!” - John Milton played by Al Pacino in Devils Advocate

To each woman, it does not matter when or how you entered my life just know that I am aware you did. Trust me when I say I have been lost in your perfume, controlled by your eyes and wanted nothing more than to taste your lips.

Unfaithfully yours 

Jeff Moore