The very essence of each one that walks near me I
desire. The forbidden fruit of intimacy
continue to plague the walls of my mind. The various colors of their skin and
the pheromones of the sweetness, that sits just at the bottom of their panties that
absorb what I desire to drink and to taste. The inner thighs remain moist from
the secretions that never stop flowing. I smell them before they reach my
visual and mental satisfaction of how deep my thirst goes. That sweet aroma can
only be described as mind altering. Each one I meet or see each have their
uniqueness about them. Yes the external has a lot to do with how far my
imagination travels but in the end they are not the same despite what others
may say. The power of the very structure of her existence is that of our
creator, creating each and every one of them in his own divine image. The creation of the woman and all of her
beauty internal and external would have a long lasting affect to all of mankind
earthly and heavenly. The power, the
beauty, would not only be desired by men on earth but also that of some of Gods
Angels. The Bible speaks about that not only was God please with what he had
created but he knew the trials and tribulations of his creations would cause a
break down on earth, beginning in the garden Eden and in heaven. You see our creator was so skilled that the
Angels wanted to taste what I have been describing in the beginning of this
story. The only way the Angels could taste and feel what God created was in
become human. The only way to do that is
to give up their heavenly abilities. Yes no more spiritual talents, no power of
any sort that God had given them. Now
you know that if and Angel from heaven desires to be with the women on earth
and to lose it all is some really powerful stuff. In the end God got mad at
them just like he is mad at us that we are already hear on this forsaken earth
that is truly a place of destruction.
Until his return the water falls that secrete from the lower
parts of women will continue to give birth, and be used to control the masses
of what we know as being normal.
I must go know the wind just blew by the windows of my mind
another peace of forbidden fruit that I want to understand why my thirst is
never satisfied. I was aware this since I was a young boy. Many have one, some
have many I only have one.
Oh! Wait can you smell that, oh yes another sweet pheromone
coming this way.
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