Lotus Flower Bomb

Lotus flower bomb!

I am repressed. My subconscious thoughts are dictating my life. Of course, this is about a woman. The feminine energy rules the world because it is fundamental, it’s energy conceives and creates. The masculine energy can of course excert itself but I feel it’s in vain because behind every great man is a woman. Man has an unconscious urge to please woman. This energy makes man greater. It is life defining. Man is nothing without woman. This is illustrated on the Bible with the tale of Adam and Eve. Eve gives Adam the apple so that he can be conscious, how beautiful is that? How beautiful is woman? You know a creator exists because woman exists, what a gift for man! Damn! I love girls, girls, girls, girls, girls, girls I do adore! Thank you Jigga, for bringing that into the world. But I also understand why women were suppressed for so long. I understand why they didn’t have rights. I understand why their roles were reduced to housewife. Imagine a woman who understands her self-worth, one who is intelligent, opinionated and has dreams, dreams she will one day conquer. Damn! I think I am erect. Don’t you think that’s dangerous? Don’t you think that’s powerful? Women already run the world unconsciously and if you give them tools and resources they will take over the universe. And so I understand the fear eminating from the masculine point of view. How could I not? I am masculine and well feminine is powerful. Feminine is dangerous. It is chaotic like abstract art on a canvas. It is beautiful. Feminine energy defines the world, it gives it meaning and substance. Feminine energy makes life worthwhile. And so I am in this boat ruminating about this feminine species that drives me absolutely crazy. She is the manifestation of my wildest dreams. Damn! She is impressive. Hey Kanye, congratulations on your work with “My Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy” it is an absolute classic. What happened there? My goodness, you truly are a genius, a creative of the highest order. Better than Steve Jobs, wait can I say that? Okay, let me rather say in my top 5 with Steve Jobs. But I digress. My mind takes me places sometimes and I can’t understand the flights of my thoughts but everything eventually connects. I was talking about this girl who drives me wild. I am planning on being sexual so brace yourself.

I don’t want to bore anyone with the details of her life so I will start with the day where she illuminated the world for me. Of course she was always hot and impressive. But on this day I was thinking about her. I had premeditated motives. I wanted her. I wanted her body. I wanted to bring her to my room and have my way with her. It wasn’t the first time I had these thoughts about her. Thoughts of absolute possession. Thoughts of pleasing her with a cascade of pleasure. All I could visualize was her perfect body, her natural perfect boobs that have so much detail in them, I am talking veins and succulent nipples. All I could think about was descending to her lotus flower bomb! Great work Wale. All I could think about was pleasing her, making her scream with delight, making her orgasm like fireworks in the sky, all I could think of was fulfilling her in every way. She haunted my conscious reality. All I could smell was her, all I could see were her lips and kissing her would give me so much pleasure. Kissing all of her being, kissing her lips, her neck, her shoulders, her boobs, her stomach, her thighs and her lotus flower bomb! Explosive we would be in bed. Missionary is good but I’ve got variety, there isn’t any style that we wouldn’t explore, I am talking Kama Sutra and the art of eroticism. I had so much imagination and she stared in every production. She was the girl I wanted desperately. I wanted to be in her, to penetrate her. Damn! What I would do to have a night with her. Permission and seduction is such a bore. I understand the impulse of the rapist. He won’t wait for all of that and I respect that. When I saw her that day the top of my head nearly fell on the ground. It was like the Universe was playing a trick on me. My mind couldn’t comprehend her level of hotness. Her level of hotness was on steroids, the scale was tipped, her energy had spikes, she was incredible! I am talking make-up, hair, apparel EVERYTHING! She has natural hair and well, I am a sucker for natural hair. It is a deadly weakness that leaves me on my knees drooling. Natural hair is the most beautiful thing on a woman especially if it’s well taken care off. On this day she wore a black dress, it reached before her knees. It complimented all her body features. She was incredible! All I could see was her yellow thighs. Damn! All those premeditated thoughts came rushing in like a packed train. I don’t know why the Universe sometimes does this to me, but okay, I accept and I am grateful for the experience. I was at the mercy of her, I was weak and there was nothing I could do. Her energy was too strong for me and my subconscious mind was in control, controlled by the unconscious mind driven by the feminine energy, I was bewitched, under a trance and at that moment there wasn’t anything I wouldn’t do for her including wrapping the world and giving it to her, and because I am not a rapist, I am writing this instead.

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Infatuations

Infatuations

I think an erection is the best compliment you can pay someone. For it communicates, you excite me, I love you, you drive me crazy! It cannot be hidden, it is phallic. The moment when psychology and physiology are perfectly aligned. It is too awesome. I liken an erection to an infatuation, they are similar in a lot of ways. Firstly, they are a product of the mind and they both need the mind to fill in the blank spaces. Infatuations are a strong desire for someone and well the same criteria is met for an erection. They are both passionate and mystical in the realm of the universe. An infatuation is love, it is a projection, and it is seductive. Popular culture as has attached a sinister connotation to the word seduction and it’s completely misleading. Seduction is arousal, seduction is sexy, seduction playful energy, seduction is stimulation for the mind, it is indirect and unguarded, it is filling in the blank lines, it is reading between the lines, it is subtle and it is for the imaginative. When you are infatuated with someone, all you do is think about that particular person. You make them bigger than they actually are. You project all your dreams and hopes onto that person. That person becomes the best thing that has ever happened to you. When you are infatuated, you become ultra-attentive to that person, you are focused, motivated to find out what makes her tick. The revelations you get are ground-breaking and you want to internalize them hoping that it will bring you closer to her spirit, her energy. You become trapped in a world where she is the elusive woman of perfection and that further seduces you making her a god-like figure. Detached from reality you fail to see the disappointing truth. Infatuations bring light to this dark world.

Human beings have this weird ritual they do when they are in love. They call it kissing and it is strange and so risky. What they do is to lean forward towards one another making their lips touch and often exchange saliva in the process. It is a form of embracing one another. What this ritual is about is acceptance. Meaning, I am letting you invade my space and be all up in my face because I accept you and trust you. It fosters closer relations. It is effective because it is consensual. It sparks neural circuitry in the mind thus inducing the feel good substance in the brain known as dopamine. This process makes human beings feel closer. It also excites the physiology of the participants. When the physiology of the two participates is excited and aroused, it often leads to coitus. Coitus or sexual intercourse is a release – the moment when your impulses take over and you lose control, this is trigged by the amygdala. However, sex has an interesting complex namely the human dilemma whereby we often separate life in two realms – mind and body. We see the two entities (mind and body) as separate and we desperately want to see them as one. Sex without empathy negates the personality (mind) and objectifies the body. Lovemaking is, at its best an act of mutual empathy, at its worst it lacks any such emotional mutuality. Sex without empathy is not sexy, it is not seductive, it becomes mechanical and an outlet vent out your frustrations of the world – and it shouldn’t be because it is a mutual undertaking. One of the things I love about infatuations is that you want to please the partner you are infatuated by and as such you will pull off all the stops to make the activity worthwhile.

Sex can be a complicated endeavor to enter into. Namely because you want the activity to be enjoyable for the parties involved. Most of the time, you can write off the activity as a success if both parties reached orgasms. It is a tricky thing for men to impart to their female counterparts. For men, penetration into the vagina will most of the time do. However, penetration for women is often not enough. This is because of their neural circuitry. By trait women and men are different. This is noted in the ways boys and girls play when they are young. Boys are threatened by anything that might challenge their independence so they play in big numbers and their insistent is on competition. While girls by contrast are more threatened by a rupture in their relationships so they play in small groups with their insistence on quality and thoroughness. As such, women often need special attention to reach orgasm. Sigmund Freud once stated that penetration was enough to give a woman an orgasm but that’s such a manly answer isn’t it? I mean it works for us, surely it will work for them. Sometimes, it happens but it is not the most effective way to do it. To give a woman an orgasm, you need imagination – to play in the realm of the mind. After a long seduction process in which gratification was delayed and the mind was stimulated sure, an orgasm through penetration is likely but still not a 100 percent. Cunnilingus is the best way to do it. I will explain.

From a young age, girls are exposed to their own mortality. This happens when stages like menopause begin. It is a scary and confusing dilemma for a young girl, some are embarrassed. However, something happens subconsciously looking at their own mortality they draw-in into themselves, they train themselves to look at the world with a naked eye, they become more emotionally attuned, they can distinguish what’s right from wrong, they become grounded and they plan better – they become conscious, while by contrast boys are playing Grand Theft Auto and not taking anything seriously. It is the fundamental difference between boys and girls. Cunnilingus like the act of kissing is acceptance but acceptance multiplied to a hundred. When she allows you to go down on her, it communicates trust with her body. She’s vulnerable, naked and completely at your mercy. She’s trusting you with her insecurities. You have a complete grip over her mind. Cunnilingus is mind magic, it is mind witchcraft, it is a spell for the mind – a trance, it’s unwritten, it’s abstract, it’s seductive, it’s metaphysical and out of this world! When you are engaged in Cunnilingus, there’s attention, there’s focus and the will to do it right. Cunnilingus serves underlying desires and fantasies. Cunnilingus will give her an orgasm every time.

The danger about infatuations is real life but then again erections become flaccid – nothing lasts forever. The positive news is that we could refresh, a second erection is a real possibility. Infatuations give us a platform to build something substantial. They are passionate, impulsive, subjective, chaotic and beautiful. For if we can move from the initial infatuation stage to compassion and understanding we will have a concreate relationship and we will have a chance to recreate that infatuation stage since it is a product of the mind. We can create an infatuation loop that will be eternal. By withholding sex and keeping our clothes on whilst remaining affectionate with another, touching, kissing and “dry-humping”. Another thing we could is send nude pictures to one another not too explicit though we have to leave much to the imagination of the brain so it could fill in the blank spaces like a crossword puzzle. Maybe instead of penetration, Fellatio, that will leave every man in the face of this earth grateful! Maybe I wanted you for your body at first but you can show me a different dimension, a different perspective, a different angle that will enable my mind to lust over – to obsess and think about when I am alone. We could drive each other crazy all over again. We could be reborn and transformed. Infatuations are the most beautiful things in the world because they point out something about you – something transformative! In this age of romanticism that should be the first thing that is ticked off from your box. Infatuations are a spark, that juice, that light that has the ability to illuminate your world. An infatuation is love at a very basic level – that’s when you know you are in love when you are infatuated with someone. Reciprocation is a different thing, to love someone who loves you back is rare but luckily we have seduction! Anyone and everyone is immune to seduction with time. Concentrate your efforts to the one you are infatuated by!

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I scare people

I scare people

I scare people, everyone is just so repressed and conventional. Everyone does the same things. Everyone wants the same things. Everyone is stuck in comfortable known. Everyone is trapped in their little corners. Everyone is scared of being who they truly are. And here comes this kid with black and red dreadlocks that you just can’t understand. It makes people uncomfortable. They just can’t quite pin me down. It’s dogma, we are programmed to be afraid of the unknown. I am their repressions manifested, everything outlawed, I am dangerous. I am the chosen one. I scare people, I am the guy who just won’t conform. The guy who lives by his own rules, the guy who doesn’t mind being ridiculed. Trust me it’s all love, my haters are usually my biggest fans. I scare people, I am out the box, different and nothing you have seen before. I am an anomaly, the one. The best, the greatest. I scare people, they don’t know what I am going to do next and it unnerves them. Rightly labeled a misfit and a rebel, I am that square peg in a circular environment. I just don’t give a shit. I scare people, I am a threat to the system and all their regulations. They want me to stay in a straight line and be a good little boy. Every time we give up our will to somebody else, a part of us dies. Why would I follow your rules? They want me to commit, to stay grounded but I am floating about the air like Tinkerbel. Life is too crazy to think logically. Dogma is for those who don’t have the courage to live life. Why be limited when God gave you everything?

People scare me, why postpone life like a task to do later? Why spite the world by not being the best version of yourself? What makes you think tomorrow is a given? Memento mori my friend, remember, you are going to die. Are you proud of yourself and the life you have led thus far?

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