man...the untouched canvas

Liberation from an ordinary experience.

Why is it that we shackle our thoughts with the mundane prescribed belief of the majority? Having questionable faith in ones hope of something different.
Is it not possible to challenge the prescribed and delve freely into that which gnaws and gnaws...the itch...the desire....just for one moment.....one short lived moment.... selfishly give in to the unprescribed when it comes to ones carnal need?


Of course not at the cost of anothers well-being, but rather the achievement of trusting in another to show u how it could be.A man. So staunch and manly. So set in what he should be...thanks to centuries of prescribed beliefs and practises.
And we prescribe.
And with the passing of time the focus being on the woman's g-spot, how to play with her clit, the taste of her luscious womaness......

Aaaah.
Man.
The new best seller.
The untouched canvas.
Unchartered waters of erogenous delights.
What a delight . Not in the expectation of what should be. But rather in the journey of realising ones sensuality .
Man.
More beautiful in his shyness of who he may be. Controlled. Expectant.


Yet.
The gentleness in a mans eyes when pleasured.
Kind in his compliments.
The muscles relaxed and absorbing of a woman's touch.
Lips receiving of a kiss.
Urgency in the arch.

The most wonderful challenge to my mind.


RB.