i read something this morning on a blog i frequent called the ole blue the heretic,, we’ll call it the lonely poem,, and it reminded me,, that there is much to be said about the virtues of simple human contact…
Seduction by ~samiam014 on deviantART
-she grabbed a handful of his shirt,, and roughly pulled him in close to her.. with no introduction,, and even less provocation,, she grasped his lower lip firmly in her teeth,, and proceeded to run her tongue slowly, seductively, along the lower line of his lip..
he felt a deeply sensuous growl escape her lips and travel like renegade electricity thru the tip of her tongue.. in that instant,, every fiber of his being, simultaneously ignited..
.. before he was able to wonder who she was, or what had possessed her,, she let go.. with a quick, over the shoulder glance,, wide blue eyes peered back at him from under a fringe of dark bangs, and she disappeared.. lost into the hazy apparition of cigarette smoke from whence she had emerged just a moment before… -
a simple seduction.. nothing outrageous,, nothing so far off the beaten path that a portion of our being is unable to instantly identify with a similar scenario in our own lives…
now,, allow me to revamp this scenario ever so slightly,, by introducing some further details about our main character.. lets say,, i add that “she” is over 45,, and that “she” is a few,, (okay 25) pounds over her ideal weight.. perhaps, there is a glimmer of gray breaking thru the bottle brown of her hair,, (just at the root line, mind you) and even tho they are not as noticeable in the dimly lit,, smoky atmosphere of the bar room in which this scenario is playing out,, her once flawless skin,, is now showing signs of life’s inevitable weathering in the form of fine lines,, perhaps on her brow, her lip,, or around her once devastatingly blue eyes….. this scenario goes from simple seduction,, to a rather unwelcome visual real quick,, huh???
at some point,, thru no real fault of our own, we reach a point where the a simple seduction is no longer simple.. the fact that we find ourselves,, no longer young and or beautiful in the same ways in which we once were,, seems to induce a feeling of inadequacy (although some choose hide behind the term “maturity”) which, in more instances than not, will cause us to shy away from such spontaneous displays of seduction,, as they are more likely to become open invitations to rejection or humiliation,, than precursors to something ever so much more delicious….
- even tho for all intents and purposes,, the act of human contact does not have to be linked directly to ones sexuality,, or lack there of- in reality,, it is..
finding myself in a portion of life for which i am extremely ill prepared,,( as i fully intended to be dead well before now,, ) i know, first hand, what it is like to experience a life devoid of human contact.. it is painful and scary- and no matter how many times you tell yourself,, “you are better off”,, or “you don’t play well with others” or “you have a distinct knack for always choosing the absolute wrong partner”,, in the back of your mind,, you cannot help but ask yourself,, if you have already been touched “like that” for the last time in your natural life.. and the longer it goes on,, the little voice in the back of your head becomes ever so much more distinct as it chants knowingly into your stream of consciousness, “yes.. yes.. yes…”
and although i find myself at a loss as to how i might further expound on this topic-i guess i just wanted to throw this out there,, so that all of you who know exactly what i am talking about,, would know,, that you,, my friend,, are not alone…..
Don’t worry about avoiding temptation - as you grow older, it starts avoiding you. ~Author Unknown
