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Female Fear

Couples will sometime spend their entire life married but want to be free. The sad part about it is that they refuse to tell each other but will tell others outside the marriage. Most often the men want out, and the women know but fear being alone. Women that fear being alone are alone already, but they just continue to have roommates that they share some sexual encounters and pay bills together.  The man gets another sex partner outside the marriage, but he still wants to control his wife. Men want to continue to control her because he can't take her acting like him. Most men don't want to imagine another man making his wife sweat, and moan like he use to. Now if she never allows herself to play outside the marriage, all she gets is sex, with no emotion, and a wet ass.

Ladies, how long will you allow your significant other to make you feel less. Remove the emotional blanket and excuses and the fear of the unknown.

Expectations

The Poet says……Men need to learn to secrete more emotions, and knowledge if they really want to connect with their significant other.  If women can’t see past the size of a man’s tool, or how deep he can get while scratching that occasional itch, she will always end up with the same thing, a Wet Ass, A Happy Pussy, but never the real nurturing men she needs and deserves to be with. You see without her having and expectations from any man, everyone who she meets will treat her just like a trick……Come on ladies make your man accountable for you, not just your pussy.

Boundaries

The Poet says….Boundaries is in place for a reason, “The Cause” and “The Effect” of them being broken are only determined by the one who wanted to cross them. Once the boundaries have been crossed the rejection, is a reflection of how one truly feels. Forgiveness won’t fix it, but how we process what was done will allow you to understand what direction to take. To settle is to forgive, and forgiveness is to settle. Your settlement may just be an interim emotion until you are ready to leave a place that was once comfortable to your heart and mind....

"Know Your Needs"

The Poet says....If you feel like your, Mind, Heart, and Soul is under siege, drop to your knees, and seek help from the only one who can give it to you, stop running from what need to deal with, you have been feeling a certain kinda way for a long time.....Real Talk.

Broken Emotions

The Poet says....Being Broke reaches beyond your finance. Being Emotionally Broken and never getting help only prolongs your recovery. Condescending words against others to only subliminally fool yourself that you are better than those who you come in contact with daily. Only a foolish man stays in the dark. Spiritual guidance is great, but most often Medial evaluation is what's really needed.

The Well & The Water

The Poet says…A Well and the Water in the well are like husband and wife. The Well surrounds the Water and protects the water from the elements. The Well was birthed into his position by gender, but may not know how to protect, the water, at all cost.  As well as the Water, may be the core of the Well but she is resistant, on allowing the Well to protect her. She fears the unknown, because of her original protector, yes her father.

The Pussy & Dick Syndrome

Her pussy, his dick everybody wants a lick of that clit or that dick that don’t belong to them. It is the nature of the beast to want to get between the sheets with another man or woman. You can be married for years, while shedding tears of sexual disappointments and dysfunction with modern day relationships. You see it does not matter what walk of life you come from but saved, unsaved, Indian, Jewish, Islamic, eastern world, or the western world people want to fuck, have orgies but they just won’t admit it because of their religion or cultural background won’t allow them to be who the fuck they really are. Hell we humans are no different than the animals that walk this earth, they fuck, and control animals just like a man who wants all of the pussies he can stick his dick in. It is no difference then that woman who likes multiple sex partners. When a man has man hoes, he’s a stud, pimp, being a man. When a woman does it she is being a hoe, what the fuck is the difference, NONE. You see I am a different man, like someone said it is better to know, than not know. Sex is not nasty, and people get tired of fucking the same man, woman, bitch, hoe, that nigga they with, they just won’t admit that shit. Women from the north, south, east, or west want a different dicks, hell that shit he got sometime, just won’t scratch that itch no more. You got to keep that shit fresh, or the mind wonders so far, you will lose your husband, your wife from just being stupid. When it comes down to it this world revolves around “PUSSY” it rules this world. If you don’t this PUSSY rule this world, just turn on the news, or pick up a local paper, and read about how many churches have shut the doors because the Pastor could not keep his dick to his self. Also look at your government officials and you wonder why they are having mistresses, or babies out of wedlock, because people won’t be honest with what the fuck is going on. Good wholesome, housewives are fucking the cable man, and the pool man. When a pussy or dick just don’t satisfy you anymore, folks take the shit personal, and be mad at you, but you are doing what is natural. This shit is never personal, it’s about business, and the business is FUCKING and many men and women as you can to satisfy that sexual itch. That itch never goes away, it lays dormant, for a while.

The moral of the “PUSSY & DICK” game is you may be with someone who never steps out of the confines of their relationship, but trust and believe they do think about that shit, and the more they think about what they are not getting, or desire to do, they just won’t ask you to do those things, because they know what the answer is. This applies to both men and women. You see this behavior has nothing to do with how you look, or how you dress. You see a UGLY mother fucker woman or man can take your mate from you. They may not look like much, but they are licking and swallowing, blowing in holes you don’t even want to wash, now isn’t that some shit.

No matter how much money you have, no matter how big your house, or how many cars you own or how long your dick is or how wet and juicy clit and tongue is. It don’t mean shit for that urge to merge jumps up in the man or woman your with.

What the fuck, if you think your boy is lying just sit back and pay close attention, the ride will get real bumpy…..Ask you mate do they desire to some of this shit below:

Men ask your wife or girlfriend would she like…             

You to fuck me and another man                            

You like for me to fuck  you in your ass                

Would you like to choked, and fucked hard in your ass                                                

Would you like a dildo in your ass and pussy                            

Would you lick another woman’s ass and pussy while I watch

Baby can I have a girlfriend, just for sex               

Women ask your man if he would like…..

Baby I would like to see me eat another bitch ass

Would you like for me to swallow your CUM

Baby can you CUM in my ass and get spanked

Baby I want to watch and another bitch

Baby can get double stuffed while you watch me

Ask your mate some real questions, but reassure them to tell the truth and you won’t get mad.

THUNDER AND RAGE OF A SILENT SEED

 “The Hello” 

It was about 32 years ago, the summer of 1964 on the campus of LSU when he first laid eyes upon her caramel skin and her thin frail southern structure, all 103 pounds of her, of what we call a figure that had not been stretched by the laws of nature yet.  Her name was Deloris his name was Charles, whose 7 foot skyline tower of a man.  Charles was on his way to class when he made a stop at the student store to purchase a number of things that he needed to study for his upcoming finals.  On his way to the student store he met Deloris LSU’s freshman southern beauty strutted her stuff in the path of Charles being the big flirt that she caught his eye.  With his deep voice he stretched out his hand and said hello my name is Charles and yours, Deloris she replied with her soft sexy voice being just another thing to keep his attention along with a smile while her eyes fluttered of being so shy because this man that she has met was every woman’s dream to meet a man like Charles.

                Once Deloris told Charles that she was a knew student, he took that opportunity to say, hey you need someone to show you around campus, of course Deloris said, why sure if that’s not going to be a problem for you, knowing that it wouldn’t be a problem for Charles by that smile that he had on his face.  Then Charles asks Deloris what part of the campus you are staying on.   Deloris then replied that she was staying on the eastside room 222 building G, Charles then ask for Deloris phone number to her room so that he could call her later.  Later on that night Deloris was thinking about Charles, but he was in his room mapping out his next move on Deloris.  So the next morning around 7:00 Charles calls Deloris just to say good morning to her, it was very warm thing for Charles to call Deloris because no man had never showed so much consideration or attention to her ever before, so that phone call made her feel special but she could not let Charles know that it did, so while they were on the phone.  Charles ask if he could meet for lunch, Deloris said no because she said that she had some running around to do, but really she did not anything to do but this fast pace that this man had was a bit too much for her to handle. 

Deloris told Charles that it may be possible that they could get a bite to eat later on this evening if she had the time, but really Deloris didn’t have anything to do.  Deloris was just playing hard to get, Charles knew that Deloris really didn’t have anything to do, but had to let think that she was getting over on him, the evening went on and it got late.  Charles played her game, Deloris thought that he was going to call her back to go and get something to eat, so she sat by the phone.  Every time the phone would ring it wasn’t for her it would be for one of the girls, that Deloris shared her room with, Charles never called.  Two days went by Deloris had heard nothing from her knew smooth talking friend, she was beginning to think that it was too good to be true any old way, then on that third day the phone rang, and it was him.  Charles finally called her and she was so happy, but then she could not hide her excitement any longer. Charles then knew he was getting Deloris to show her true side of how she was feeling about him just after two days; the side of her that she thought was so strong.  And the side that some men look for the weak side.

Charles and Deloris, talked, talked, and talked, one date after the other, then one night after they was leaving a party Charles had asked Deloris to come by his place for a little while.  Deloris did not know that nothing was going to happen, because after dating, and flirting with Charles for three months, the both of them had gotten bored with things.  During that short time Deloris and Charles had only did some heavy, touching, you know the things that two people do who are attracted to one another.  This particular night Charles had decided he was going to get some of this hot young southern beauty.  Deloris called herself going to try and tease Charles yet another time.  Deloris did not know what she was in for, but by the time she figured out what was happening, it happened.  Charles had enough pipes to pump oil out of a dry well; In Deloris words “He Had a Big Dick”.  Deloris body had never felt this way before.  Charles made Deloris feel like a real woman.  After that night of intense fucking, that’s all it was, between two drunken people.  Deloris was caught, the night was good, about as much as she could remember, and Deloris became deeply involved with Charles, with her emotions.  Of course you get a little taste of something good you want to get it every chance you can.  This went on for about 4 months, then Deloris was waiting on her period to come, it never did.  Deloris Smith Sims, LSU’s southern beauty from Bogalusa, was pregnant, by Charles Robinson, of Oakdale, LA.  Deloris did tell Charles that she thought she was pregnant, Charles had no response at all, and he just looked at her.  Weeks later Deloris found out she was pregnant, but she never told Charles the test was positive, and she was going to have a child. Exactly five months after Deloris and Charles blissful encounter a child was conceived.

 Deloris had many personal reservations why she chose not to tell Charles. She decided to keep the truth from him, due to his response of the initial notice of the pregnancy.  Rejection, from a man, can be very emotional for a woman, or maybe she did not want him to feel she was trying to trap him, into marriage, or an obligation of fatherhood.  After not being able to tell Charles the truth about her being pregnant with his child, Deloris turned to her childhood friend Luzell.  Deloris could tell Luzell anything, about what was happening with her.  Let the truth be told, Luzell who was very special and dear to her heart.  Luzell told Deloris that he understood about being pregnant and not wanting to tell the father of her unborn child. Well just before baby boy Cason was born, Luzell did something that most men of today’s times would not do; he asked Deloris would she marry him. On December 31, 1964 Deloris and her childhood friend Luzell went out to a New Years Eve party.  During the party Deloris was just having so much fun dancing, this is something she really enjoyed. Deloris said she was doing the bump. Three days later on January 4, 1965 at 6:32 in the morning a 2 pound, and 18 inches long, a baby boy named Cason Demetrius Smith was born.  After baby boy Cason was born, Deloris kindly said yes she would marry, Luzell “Mack” Bolton.

Deloris was so happy her son made through the birth, she named him after the doctor who did the delivery, and his name was Cason Delahouchie.  Deloris new born child should have had his father’s name, but in those days, the women were not a loud to give the child the father’s name.  In Louisiana if a couple was not married, the child was given the mother’s maiden name.  In those days that is how they did it down south.  At birth Cason had many complications, his lungs were under developed.  In addition to his lungs issues he was diagnosed with Hydrocephalus, basically he was what we know today as a water head baby.  His eyes were very large; his stomach was so bloated, he looks as if he was a child from Ethiopia.  From January through June of that year Baby Cason remained in the hospital.   In those days they did not have cable TV, or VCR’s so during the time Cason was in the hospital struggling to stay alive, Deloris got pregnant with her second child.  Come on take a walk with me and see how Luzell gained his number one position with this Southern beauty, of Bogalusa, LA.

Unspoken Emotions, The Poet Experience.....

As I awake each day with you deep in my heart and mind, I wonder do you think of me as I think of thee.  My unspoken emotions keep me at times when I think about you, and your goodness. Your goodness does not push this, longing for our desire to spend more time with one another. As I come to your home it feels like I already belong, to a place that is so full of grace and compassion that is everlasting. It is so wonderful to have this feeling about someone who you know you can trust, and will not judge you. I have that special something with you, even though I have to keep you it my heart, and never tell a soul. It seems like you’re ready, and your body is calling and yearning for me. You feel so good, just like I knew you would. As I walk in the room, and I began to undress, I look into your eyes that are waiting to connect with mine. I start to inhale that angelic aroma that illuminates from your heavenly body, waiting for me to touch in a place where it counts. As I lay back waiting for you, and a reflection of your body flickering, like a candle in the wind. As you stop alone the way to pleasure me in way that is just so indescribable, it makes me grab the sheets, thinking of what is coming next. I welcome any and everything you do to me, because you know what I like, and how I wanted, nice and slow. As you travel closer to my upper body, tasting and licking the fluids that is coming out of my body catching every drop on the tip of your hot tongue. Sometime in the night as your body is next to mines, your back to me as I rub your back and your body begins’ to move as acceptance to my touch that you long for so much. I ask you to close your eyes and let me have my way with you to do as I please. You trust me so much you do not deny me access to unlock the doors of exotic and erotic desires of your heart. As you climb on top of me, watching my every move, you can’t wait as I take my magic wand and begin to tap on the external doors that lead into the deepest cavern of your extremely hot body. As your hot pussy drip with ecstasy anticipating the insertion of this smooth black anaconda, pounding you so hard, in such a way you are not even sure how to breathe. Your eyes let me know how I truly make you feel. Your pussy talks to my dick each time you come up and slide back down. Fast, or slow all you need to know is that my only desire is to make certain that when I am done you will have had “The Poet” experience. I make love how I write, I write a story, that makes you want to read all of the pages until you are done. Just like when I make love to you, I will give you this hot black smooth stick. After I hear you scream my name to the top of your lungs, telling me how well I fuck you, and baring down harder making that pussy hit the bottom of the dick, your pussy just gushing with excitement. As you ride I take my right hand and glide my index finger over your hot hole, to get that scent of sex on my finger to smell what my dick is getting. I love how your sex smells while I am in you deep and strong, I get off on it when I can smell your hot hole. What really gets me off when you want to smell it with me?  After we have made such sweet love I am already anticipating the next time, and the next time. Carrying you around with your body chemistry all over me reminds what I have experienced just a short while ago. I want to expose you the things you have never thought of experiencing with a man such as me. I want to not only to donate my lions and emotions but I want to make a deposit of goodness to you each time I talk with you and spend time with you. Please never stop being who you are and what you do, because I never want to wake up out of this dream that seems so real to me.

Mind Fuck

Communication between men and women is truly an art of who can “Mind Fuck” who first and the best. The many forms of deceit have not changed but the words of delivery have gotten more effective and distasteful over time.  The game was first presented into existence in the Garden of Eden.  Yeah you guest her name was “Eve”. You know the story man was given instruction, but “Eve’s” began the deceit of convincing man what God said wasn’t anything, but hey Adam was like modern day man.  Pussy and that ass “Eve” had been able to deceive my boy Adam.  The cold thing about the spirit of deception is it will come from a woman who, a man would not think in a million years would do it to him. Over the years, women are so well with deception, that women have been sent to do a man’s job, because statistics have shown that a woman can do it more effectively, and faster. Women with the history of being a “Good Girl” have gotten in on it to, and yes even the saved sisters in the church.  Don’t get me wrong part of the deception is to continue to “Mind Fuck” you, but also to have you to believe yes, I am your wife, your girl friend, and baby I am in your corner, and I will not treat you like the women in your past, ha! You can believe that shit, if you want to.  If you listen really well the deception is in the words, before it is ever put into action.  It is truly sad that it appears that men and women get together; there is always some shit the game from the woman or the man.  Women have made choices to deceive a man, or men even if he is treating her with the upmost respect and care, and doing what I call “The man thing. You know doing what he is supposed to do for his queen, even if her ass is foul, Falkland, fake, you get the point.  Women have been deceiving men so long despite how she feels on the surface, he is just going to be used and abused in the worst way.  Slow deception, or o.k. as a slow “Mind Fuck” which is worst because it has a long lasting effect. The soft caring, or concerned voice she has have made men feel comfort, but little that he knows that the tender responsiveness to heal his last pain will be 10 times worst than what he has experienced because his last abuse was more anger than compassion.  One different is that the angry spirit speaks the truth, and will not hide.  What you see is basically is what you get.  A man over time began to think that this type of behavior is normal, and he will get it confused, if it is love, or what. He really does not know but he stays, and stays.  He began to justify the behavior of his wife or girlfriend, and agree with it, by continuing to stay in the hostile environment.  If you have ever got a chance to sit down with a man who is currently going through this or have gone through it, it is something to listen to.  The manipulator over time gets stronger, because in their sick twisted mind, it becomes a game, of continued mind control over an individual.  Studies show that the reason is to get the power first over the mind, then after that the money and the other, is a cake walk.  The manipulator sometimes is born, and others are developed, and groomed into the position, by choice.  Deception is form of affection with protection is a form of rejection with no expression to guard your heart that will always keep you apart in the dark and even in the morning light.  I can tell you better than I can show you, was inspired by true situations, of many across the world, who has been manipulated.  See if you can, put yourself in the story line.  Pay close attention, your manipulator may not want to read this story, because they will be exposed, of who they really are.  Yes I did call your wife, girlfriend, or significant other a manipulator.  Take a walk with me and see how this story unfolds, and you make the decision for yourself, and evaluate if you are being truly loved, or are you being “Mind Fucked”, in the worst man known to man, now let’s go, don’t talk, just listen……..

The Cookie a Man’s First Taste

From the womb, men have been destined to taste the “Cookie” for the first time.  A male child has desires for the taste what he does not even know.  That taste is so indescribably awesome, and can take his breath away.  The first taste is so addictive, and once it has been achieved the male child wants, it each time the thought enters his mind.  It is sad but true the first taste was from his own mother. Even if the child was born by cesarean, he was close enough to smell the cookie, what he has never tasted before.  Hormones in all foods that are fed to this male child are impossible for him not to get it.  The mother first eats the hormones in various foods that are passed through the breast during feeding.  The formulas, for children even have the hormones in them, to further increase the mental and physical maturity. Boys as early as 5 years of age, desire sexual satisfaction, and have a natural thirst for this desire that will never leave their hearts, or minds.  The desires, is to constantly attain this taste, is like a Bat needing to feed for what he feels he needs for survival.  The feeding is never enough, the more he gets the more he wants.  One specific feeding ground gets old, and he desires other feeding grounds.  The feeding of these desires turns into breeding.  When the male child turns 9 or 10 years of age the desires intensifies, to the point he begins to do things different.  The difference is he begins to be concerned about his hygiene.  Simple things as taking a bath on a regular basis, and asking one of his parents to purchase cologne. The male child wants to smell good. He knows at his young age that a scent of a male can capture the attention of a woman to further his need to be inside a cookie.  There is a spirit of possessiveness that begins to take place.  The possession is like finding a gold mine, he stakes his claim on a woman, and that he thinks he has the right of passage over her cookie.  Knowing that the cookie is really hers, but in his young warp mind it belongs to him.  In the mind of this preteen he is king over the various cookies he enters.  The cookie owners have said they have no idea that they know what the cookie do to a man. That is so far from the truth, they know. A male child matures in some since of the word, he learns, more about himself, and his body.  His level of understanding about the cookie, and how it makes him feel, has come full circle.  A man’s skills, to invoke the woman’s mind to give him what he needs become second nature.  Various moves while performing various sex acts enhances a man’s ability to get the cookie again, and again.  A man will continue to change his cookie partners, throughout his life.  Over a man’s lifetime, the cat and mouse game for the sake of the cookie, get very interesting.  Sometimes the man and the woman use the power of their organs to attain, material possessions.  Cars, purchased, mortgages paid, personal debts, etc. The only way a woman will ever understand the power of her cookie, is to become a man.  The ethnicity and the external physical make up may have a grave impact on this process of getting some cookie.  Men have desires for different flavors of cat that will make him just explode with excitement.  The flavor or the color of the cookie owner intensifies the orgasmic explosion, of his climactic session of his individual expression, with the giver.  The power of a cookie makes a man creative side comes into play.  A man will desire to use helpful, toys, oils, to help them both boil, with excitement.  Some religious and non religious men have problems with even thinking about going to purchase any such tools.  Even, with suggestions from their wife or girlfriend who would like it.  A woman asking, or hinting does not mean a man can’t handle his business, during an intimate moment?  What it means is she wants more excitement and wants to enhance the moment.  This could also mean she has had someone in the past that could hit the bottom, of her hot canal, and fill up her hot hole all the way up.  A man has to know which situation he fits in.  Couples that may be experiencing sexual frustration can fix that problem for as little as $7.95 cents.  For $7.95 can only fix or enhance what the two of them already have going on at a specific time.  This toy is known as “The Bullet”.   Some men go through life thinking that they can really lick or stick a cookie better than any other man walking.  One thing a man should “NOT” do is to ask a specific cookie giver, is he the best she never had.  Well, I am sorry to tell you that there are men out there that will put a particular man to shame with their skills.  Your wife or girlfriend has run across a man like this in their life time.  Before you she has had a few or many, it really does not matter.  If a man asks that question, he should be ready for the answer.  A lot of times a woman will not save your ego, and she will speak the truth, and “Rip” your heart out right out of its socket.  You’re wife or girlfriend doesn’t want to hurt you, but hey you asked. So men, you want to stay away from that question.  Okay, take a walk with me about fixing, or enhancing the cookie session.  Get your girl to lie down and close her eyes on the bed.  Begin kissing her closed eye lids, then taking your fingers, and lightly running your hands on both sides of her neck.  Doing this will definitely make her tingle all over. Change what part of the body you will touch.  Don’t just automatically go to the chest.  While kissing you’re boo passionately, and gently touching her breast with your hands will have her moaning, and squirming for more.  Take out your new toy, you purchased for $7.95 and push the little button on the top, and place it gently on and off of her “Clit”.  At this point during the cookie session, she will begin to grab your “Rod” of ecstasy.  As, the “Clit” continues being stimulated, your partner will get so wet, and may even cum, before you get inside the hot cookie.  Now, come around in front of her, and continue rubbing her “Clit” with one hand.  With the other hand, slowly rubbing the head of your rod, in and around her very wet cat.  When she is at a point of no return, thrust yourself deep inside, back and forth, your wife or girlfriend will cum, back to back, a guaranteed to scream, an breath hard.  Your wife or girlfriend will be so satisfied with the added member to the family.  Men of various backgrounds sometimes have trouble keeping it real about, the cookie and its power.  Sometimes, religion, or manmade rules and regulations make some men shut down, and not discuss the desires, or concerns.  The cookie over the years have even made men even commit murder.  Remember a man try’s and stake his claim on something that is not even his.  Also the cookie has even destroyed governments, and city officials. Pastors and elders in the various Christian churches have closed churches.  Souls have been sold to the devil for the sake of the cookie.  A cookie over time has caused family’s pain and turmoil.  A man being married, and his flesh is week, and being faithful does not even enter his thought process anymore.  The reason a man fail is, his communication with his wife stop. To help stop or slow down, cookie seekers is to talk.  If things get board, talk about what you can do to fix it. 

Written by:                                                         The Poet                                                                              April 20, 2009

Invoking Silent Communication

Body language, facial expressions speaks without an individual even opening their mouths.  The body and the eyes are used to deceive, but some time please, after you have been teased.  The silent communication is predatory in nature that makes us want to taste her, or for her to ride him like a stallion.  She is sometime another man’s girlfriend, and even another mans wife, whose life is full of selfish strife.  The silent predatory spirit comes out mostly when there is no mental stimulation, and sometime sexual dysfunction at home.  Some men are no different from a woman with their Invoking silent deceitful communication.   Silent communication is used so frequently the person doing the invoking is part of their own persona.  In the world of no positive interaction, we as humans naturally have an open or closed type of spirit that is used positive or negative.  Husbands use it on their wives, wives use it on their husbands, and both of them may use it when they are trying to step outside the boundaries of their marriage.  The lack of open communication between couples, in their mind tells them that he or she will not even try to give me what I want, so at the one instance they allow the enemy come in and change the marriage into a game that no one wins but the enemy.  Silent communication got the man and the woman together in the beginning, but after they hook up, the tone goes from silence to a lot of spoken words.  Over time the interest changes, a lone with desires then the silence returns.  Time passes and both the man and the woman continue the charade of false interest.  The false emotional and sexual interest is just taken too far.  The man is doing just like the woman, both of them just begin to give the other just enough to think they are still interested.  Because of family expectations, the couple discusses getting married, and having a family.  He doesn’t want her, and she don’t want him, but both are just fake as can be.  Hell, the man ask the woman, will you marry me, she says yes, because it sounds like a good thing, to do because the family thinks, it is great.  The same family that came up with this idea also knew that the couple should have cut their losses.  After a while of the family, continue talking about marriage, a date has been set.  The hype is on; she acts, like she is really feeling this brother.  The reason that she don’t cancel his assignment, and get another, because his chips, is a little long.  You see the cold peace is, she is invoking another form of silent communication.  The man is no different, he has basically stopped talking to his girl, but the second round draft pick, has become the number one stunner.  The wife has the title, but the side jump off has made him feel better than his wife.  Silently he has invoked silent communication, and once again the enemy has won in this game. 

You see the romance you start with you must always keep in mind that we have a desire to maintain what you had in the beginning.  Stop the Silent communication; learn to talk about everything, the good and the bad.  Remember the other shadow you have in your life, may not be the right covering you need to stand under in your time of need.  Turn, and learn to stand under the shadow, that covered your heart and mind, while walking down path of such a blissful eternity, or romance.

Written by:                             The POET                                                             August 30, 2009