Pure Love

I struggle within myself, the contradictions of MAN. My very own controversial emotions for the opposite gender, WOMAN! I am only a MAN, even when my misogynistic tongue spits fire. I am forever in debt and never separated from woman. This constant desire, lust, and need is my purest admiration of love. In the Garden of Eden, the wise serpent didn’t dare deceive or seduce Adam. It was Eve who was deceived and capable of inducing Adam. (Genesis 3:1-6)
My mother, Gloria, (4/28/58 – 9/29/05) was the first woman I fell in love with. A strong, caring, compassionate, teenage mother who loved me unconditionally. Who taught me to love unconditionally. That love, pure love, transcended to my sister, Quiana. To vision their smile or laugh warms my heart. Their pain and tears boils my blood. I’ve never felt so deeply for MAN as I do for WOMAN - a connection which I can’t explain.
I love women and naturally empathize with their struggles, pains, fears, desires and dreams. Some, I want to catch every tear, before it escapes their saddened eyes. Others, I want to witness those tears seek freedom. While kissing each one with such passion that I penetrate their spirit. To need and be needed, love and be loved. This is when I’m at my best.
I am only free and vulnerable amongst women. Man is prone to dominate, surrounded by them, I am a conqueror. My essence leaks through my pores; women sense and understand who and what I am. Their submission allows me to serve them completely.
With women, I am alive, never more myself. The eye contact, non-verbal communication, voice, scent, perfume, soft touch, the pressing of my lips against hers. To hug so intense, my breath on her neck, feeling her heart flutter. To be unguarded and in tune. In those moments, nothing is greater. To make love, enter her, become one. The ability to create existence. I am in love with the miracle of WOMAN.
Their strength to hold the family together, some serving dual roles as mother and father. They work, take care of the household, strategize, submit to us unpredictable men, love hard, inspire and motivate. Most times giving men credit as partners. Their courage to forgive, to protect themselves when men refuse to. Or when it is the man who is the threat. To perform all their duties, while still seducing us, making us desire, encouraging and merging with us. Birthing our sons and daughters into this world; taking care of our children that they didn’t conceive. Doing for us, what they know, we would never do for them.
I love WOMEN! All of you. My mother, step-mother, god-mother, sisters, cousins, son’s mother, aunts, friends, and girlfriends. Just playing, joking – only one girlfriend. I swear, I love you. Pure Love.