This Poem Was Moved From The Intrigue Section


Caveman.. me?
Are we all as men, to be judge as the same because we are men
One for all, all for one!
If we are all cavemen, why is it people ask us to be...
Is it because we are...
Hope one day...
But the label is hard to remove, because there is still a lot of cavemen among us
But this one man takes an exception to the rule
I am me, the man, not the men
You see, Intimacy... yes ... intimacy is alive and well in me
I love the feel of a woman skin
The texture of a woman hair
The way her eyes talk to me, how they open wide when I lightly touch her skin just right, how they close tight so her mind can absorb all the sensations running amok in her body, how they twitch just before her inner release
I love the feel of her warm embrace, of her soft warm body next to mine melting into one
The feel of my hand awakening her inner spirits, as it glides over the smooth soft texture her outer layer
I like to feel and see the reaction of one's body, as it turns and twists, rise and fall...
I like the hidden power that lies in a satin light touch...
The silent moans, groans, whispers, sighs and gasps
You see, I'm not a caveman, because a caveman doesn't use his sight to watch what his actions are doing to make ones body to counter react
He doesn't use his sense of touch to feel the perfection of ones skin
and how to use that satin light touch to make her scream, then sooth her into a deep slumber
A caveman won't hear your plea not to stop giving you pleasure, because he's to busy humping and groaning, while telling her how good it feels...
Wham-bam_Thank-You_Ma'am.. Now that's a caveman
A caveman can't appreciate the feeling of his manly extension slowly opening and gliding down her moist silky corridor, then take slow, long, thrusts to fully awake the dormancy of her passion, while letting you feel every ripple of his hard throbbing extension as it swells her inner walls to open even wider, releasing even more sensations in her womb..
Why?
Because he's too busy jamming it in hard and deep, thinking your gasp is of extreme pleasure, but it's really of sudden pain...
A caveman doesn't know, that your body has different tastes to it, depending on the area his tongue is enhancing the sensitivity of ones skin
Each part of your body taste different from the rest
The taste of your cold lips, compared to the taste of your lips after the serene kissing brings the blood in them to a boil
The taste of the skin that covers your breast taste different than the taste of your navel, that's hiding in the center of your belly
The taste of your vintage wine before the reaction, and the sweeter taste it gets just before your contractions
The taste of your lips when they're filled full of passion, which can only happen after your body has been teased by my fingers, my lips, my tongue, my eyes
Tasted and licked by my wet tongue until the sensations over power your will, and you fully relinquish yourself completely to my intimacy...
Less not forget the smell of you
A caveman can only smell his after deed, which is only after he bust his white seed
I can smell the core of your soul, if you want it to be
I can use your different body smells to lead me to your wants, all your needs of intimacy
A caveman, I'm not...
A caveman uses the extension of him only to satisfy his wants, take what he needs, then thump his chest in triumph
I use the senses that was given to me to bring as much intimacy, your body can bare
Sight, sound, touch, taste and your womanly smells, all to make love to all of you, not to what's just hidden between your legs, but also your mind and your body
Caveman?...
How can I be this person
Why would I want to be this person?
Please...
Why am I'm judged before you even know me
Why label me because I'm one of many
Caveman, no not me
The proof is in the pudding
But sometimes...
Thump-thump-thump, Aw-ee, Aw-ee, Aw!... does both bodies wonders

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