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The Essence of a Woman’s Love

The voice and mind of a woman is superb and powerful. Let’s not bury it with an aggravated attempt at a man’s conscious. I used to try to “act like a lady and think like a man” but I realized that thinking like a man is just a waste of a woman. It’s wiser and much more beneficial to study a man’s behavior and communicate to find his true desires and love him with the fruits of his hearts confessions. To love a man and receive the best of his love in return takes a deeper approach than mimicking his mindset. Don’t rob a man of the love that’s rooted from a woman’s essence. Don’t try to adopt his demeanor, let a man be the man, find the voice of your womanhood and play your phenomenal role as a woman. Speak your mind after learning his. Give him the space he desires in order to have a clear head, and be patient while loving him. In this, the love that he’s always wanted will be revealed through you. Sacrifice the selfish ways that bring out that desperate lover and love him the way he wants to be loved, because at the end of it all thats what women want as well. Give him that same respect you demand and you’ll discover a man that is proud and anxious to love you with the best of who he is and every ounce of passion that he has to offer. That’s what we’ve wanted so bad for so long, and it’s not impossible to find, but half the search is within the love we possess and put forth.  So love him in a way that he’s shown will work, in a way in which neither heart is left in the dirt and he’ll love you in return for all that you’re worth.

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Last Lovers Rhapsody

Maybe maybe was a never and forever was a curse. All the time we spent together put us on the edge of something worse. We planned a future and planned to stay close, damn the day if the Lord ever saw the love as a hoax. We tried once it didn’t work, we tried twice it only hurt. Maybe passion brings pretty pain and lust brought delicious dirt. He tasted me and his tongue went numb from the work, I loved it so much I put the favor in reverse. Top or bottom, he went low I got high, he put the crown somewhere inside, but since that day my heart’s been paralyzed.

We made love, good grub type of love. Other days was it just sex or just friends with a man that I put on a pedal stool of hope, but it tips and it turns. Some people make a mark too hard to casually return and the selfish heart will always crave more of loves fire, and more of what burns.

But I used to bet my heart on the end of this world that you wouldn’t be getting married unless I would be the girl. I just couldn’t fathom to say I do to another, I would have gone further to claim my love than those thoughts could unveil. But that was before I saw all the wretched truths that this story would entail. With a line of broken promises and priorities for other things you cared, I would be one that you failed.

That’s just what makes you the man of a destiny that rules the depths of destruction in every kinky curl. My bad hair days are rooted from lack of sleep as my mind is stuck in day dreams and damned from the peaceful resting realm. Damn damn, I wonder if his hearts been overwhelmed.

But I damned you and I damned us, and I swore to future that my soul was determined and my mind wouldn’t budge. But that’s love, and the heart battles the mind as the constant war of all mankind. But would you save me if I called you and said that my world was on the edge, and all I needed was for you to rock it so that I wouldn’t fall through. I mean would that call even go through, if I remember right you never answered enough back when I was with you. I was only angry
because I was with you, right or wrong, really with you, in everything I did my heart and my
soul was equipped for that battle because I was with you…

And know in everything I speak, everything I spoke when I left you with half a piece of who you’ve been and half a piece of me, I still had dreams. Even a broken hearted scholar couldn’t recognize the shattered pieces you still tend to bring.

But you say you loved me the most, even after the math added, subtracted and divided up
our toasts, it all equaled up to the one that had our hearts clouded by the smoke. I took pride in the story, once in a lifetime a fairytale came true for both.

That took years to build and just months to end. So I gave up and then you gave in, you didn’t beg me stay, Our demise was ready to begin.  If I would have never called that shot, you’d still be holding on for the sake of love alone, even if all that made it up was gone. The friendship, dead. The promises, faded. The trust, that’s some shit that’s always been jaded. The loyalty is a jagged line that’s faded due to lust crimes. And I tried to read your mind only because I couldn’t speak mine. Our communication skills went from bad to the worst of all time. I guess we’ll both be single and on the mingle until our hearts heal themselves enough to fix this frame of mind. In solitude and silence our pride sets aside and our hearts bleed the truth that we could never find.

It all came down to a love that was true even with the lies, it was so right even when it was wrong half the time. I could see through your soul and disregard every love crime and be the proof to those that challenge the truth that love is blind.

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