i don have a name for this blog yet..but when i finish i ll be done with a name i guess

ok.. mm s ben a vile now say abt more then 10 years now since i ve earned the tag of being sex crazy..hmm..weird..i wud say...

but not so..i wud say after that..hmm..lme explain..

s something for all the people who really did think i was sex crazy...

i was..i mean i still am..so what...

i guess since the earliest age i saw a heroine's seductive dance on TV, i was hooked..

to the female body..oh so beautiful...with all the beautful ripeness of apples and oranges..n youth

n pluck

i was fascinated. for good i thot. the lil games women played with men when they took u into their confidence..

the words conveyed thru glances, the sly li'l nip n tuck of a lock of hair behind her ears..and the coy smiles. man those were things to amaze...

it looked to me like they were playing a game, a game so intricate inter-woven with messages, clues, path-ways to her body, mind..and she played it only with the chosen ones..

who cud be that chosen one, who cud it be, who wud t be..i waited but my name never came,

for a man as desperate as i am, b cos 'the game' really strung me up, and oh they played such cruel, fascinating games, that u cud nt imagine, they d cut me deep but leave a trace of their interest in my cut so that it wud infect n infest the rest of my body, it was like a virus,

Such curious eyes i had, i still hae tho much of curiosity has been stubbed by experience and the heart throbbing pain that came with it..i was still hooked. I felt like an explorer digging up an ancient temple whwere the goddess was all-powerful..

i din mind, it was romantic, somethign so beautiful, so powerful, so heartless, deserved a worship and a look - in..

few things n this world intrigues me beyond that, few things tied me up in a knot like that, i enjoyed the trouble, the pain and the risk, i cried freely, i hurt evry where but the joy of knowing of looking more closely and inspecting an archetype so ancient, overwhelming, sensual, stunningly primal made me dig it up.. and go after it...

i stood to lose people say..i guess i did, my face, my self-respect, it s an ancient ruin for me, my credibility, and i earned the reputation of being a reckless, and horny skirt-chaser..

Tasteless- quite tasteless, absolutely tasteless, the hurt of it was it was so mediocrely termed it seemed vulgar to me, my soul, yet i saw myself thru the world's eyes..i was a lech..

painful, tiresome, yes, very truly sir...to me the mystery of the woman was all endearing..

there was nothing more important than discovering it, slowly removing peice by peice of debris n brick, dust and grind, to get to the lil pool of golden sunshine deep within her soul..

the maladies were hellish, they spewed venom, black venom so poisonous that it blinded me with pain, lava froma rage of so unkind, that it truly seemed to me hell lived in the anger of a woman...

and yet i dug..people thot i was after a "bang, bang thank you ma'am session..!!" no i was nt...

sex to me was a deprecating way of eyeing something so beautiful that it cud n be termed in a word, it was a feeling of joy..of knowledge so comforting at the end of a journey so tiring, toiling,

and yet when i fell into a naked, warm, balmy bosom after a session of seeking the Divine in a moment with my woman..she breathed relief, life, a new life, a fresh new breath pervaded me thru her soul which was her body too now..it seemed beautiful to me, never ending, never finishing from the tiniest nook of her lil toe to the warm brown peaking tinge of her bosom..it was, for lack of a better word, divine..!!..

and yet few women actually come to my mind whne i say these things...reason being there have ben few too scarce who have managed to intrigue me and wanted to make me dig on..!!! and on..

Probably i do not have the patience now as i had then to dig on..since i already found my pit and gave t away..and yet since there maybe many ut there..i cant go the trouble of having to dig so hi and much cos im still amazed with what i found in my last woman....

im not patient niether am i of a kind demeanour.

i do not get attracted to women whom i don not find interesting...

i may hit on them yes..i like making numbers...s fun..and its informative...!!!

but to truly intrigue me i need a woman to be beautiful, not without but within..a woman with a taste and imagination is a tru peice of GOD's work..an intelligent woman who can hold a conversation with me..even an argument even if she wins it, i don care, id love her for the life she has..!! funny women r funny, they r favorites too

self-important, hypocritical, dumb, mentally fkd up bitches r scary cos they r beautiful enough to camouflage these n lure men in..weewf..i ll die..

in all if a woman does not interest me, il hit on her but never screw her, period.

that's said now, glad i got it out of the way..now i can come back here and check who i really am..evrytime im in a mood, or a fix or fucked up mentally as to whatta do..!!!

im not sex crazy, i ve had sex out of a craze and i ve sexed out on a passion and a lust, and i ve made some beautiful love as well..

i m crazy, yes i am, but not about sex..1!..i know what it is..it is the feeling of intimacy and chasing and unravelling an adventure together with someone in a privacy of a li'l heart that i seek..im not sex crazy..im a lover ..that's all..