Innocence and Lust

Man's Innocence:

He comes loaded with stories of enchantment and filled with doe eyed wonder for the site he beholds. Like the unquenchable thirst of youth for answers, he constantly bug you with whys... not satisfied with yes, and wont take no for an answer. Like sweet tantrum of kids, they roll and shout and beg just to have you, the sweetest treat. Like a child eating ice cream on a pavement he sinks his mouth eagerly and lick you all over. He latch and suck on your breasts like a new born hungers for sustenance, and expects you to cater to his needs day in and out. He prefer you over others to remove their clothes for them, and can only sleep in your loving arms. Like his childish, naive antics that leave you breathless and unsure of what is next and fear for your and his well being. And like the turbulence of adolescence he crave so much reassurance that you must remain constant and convince him that he belong to you and no one else, that no matter how sullen, how fast the changes are you will be there. But in constant fear of him growing up too fast and leaving the nest.


Woman's Lust:

In her want to be swept off her feet she is prepared to accept all the stories of enchantment even if the site is not too nice to behold. in her need for someone to talk to she settles for shallow conversations. In her vanity she gives in to the illogical tantrums, relieved to be chosen as the sweetest treat. In her lust to nurture she eagerly opens herself, feeding each hunger, each need and sadly content to watch his innocent slumber in her hard worn, aching, and still loving arms. In her longing for adventure she satisfy herself with watching naive antics, forgetting her own journey. In her selfishness she becomes grasping and waxy stiff to do everything to hopefully provide heart and hearth to the prodigal child .

In the woman's lust for his innocence, we have created a man not grown.
And in the man's innocence he has created a wrinkled, old crone.