nero Diario

Kinda bored….just threw some words together….kinda short…don’t really mean anything….

People confuse my meaning, thinking they know me
..hmmm…turns out not at all
Started things out in the fast lane, passing people up
Trying to walk before we could crawl

So many jumbled words spoken in haste
Filled with irony and contradiction
Somehow the message fought it’s way through
Landed in my hands, no need for explanation

I will not let these days lose their lesson
I will not relive the mistakes from the past
I am so much different than I used to be
My tolerance fades in the wake of this final stone being cast..

that’s all I got….maybe add more later….

what drives a man’s desire for a woman?

What is it that drives a man’s desire for a woman?
Is it her look? The way her body slowly moves as she goes from one end of the room to the other. The way her hips glide from side to side letting her dress flow freely revealing her seductress shape. The color of her deep soothing eyes. Her deep red luscious full lips as she gentle licks them from right to left. Causing even the strongest man to have uncontrolled beads of sweat to drip from his brow. Could it be her hair as it shimmers in the light accenting the rest of her sculptured face? The glow of her skin as it flushes when the temperature rises slightly in the room.
What drives a man’s desire for a woman? Is it her smell? The intoxicating fragrance that is woman. The scents of when she arrives from a steaming hot bath, as the remaining water is gliding down her sleek body. The aroma of her hair as it dries in the sun making me want to go buy Herbal essence, oh yes. The body spray that permeates every gland in his nose. It drives the senses mad with passion and lust. Her perfume that you smell as you move her hair behind her shoulder to embrace the weakness of the neck.
What drives a man’s desire for a woman?
Is it her touch? The gentle brush of her hands against yours. The feeling of her finger nails as they slide down your back when you are in a lustful in brace. Her hair as it tickles your chest when listening for your racing heart. The touch of her wet lips entangled with yours. The feel of her cheek warm against yours caught in a second of silence.
What drives a man’s desire for a woman?
The sight, the sound, the smell, the touch, the ever-lasting impression on his soul. The thought of lust in his mind. The passion in his heart. Why is this the thing only when she is around and not when she is away. Where is the desire to keep this fire alive?