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Ishilove:
It's not being elusive, it's called 'level playing ground', gerrit?

It's a man's world, so I insist on what I have insisted on

analice107:
Hahahahahaha, My sweet P.ostmann, The Bible says Eve was deceived, but not Adam. He willingly Sold out.
1 Timothy 2:14 And it was not Adam who was deceived, but [the] woman who was deceived and deluded and fell into transgression.
And sir, when Eve sinned, unclothedness wasn't exposes until Adam did. The instruction wasn't given to Eve, it was to Adam. So, who brought about the transgression? lol.

Ishilove:
It goes both ways, my dear _postmann

What's fair's fair

Ishilove:
Okay lemme try, but it will be in prose form.

*giggles nervously*


[b]In the dark shadows of my mind, when all is silent, well, except for the crickets singing outside my window and that loathsome 'nkapi' on his way to some devious nocturnal journey (most likely to raid my gari bag and leave little bacteria infested droppings to spite me, black on white, black on white), I try to dwell on what is holy, and what is edifying...but alas, my restless mind refuses to cooperate.

I keep thinking of you: is he tall, or is he short? Naturally fair, bleaching, chocolate skinned or charcoal black?

Does he belong to the beard gang, or did he, like the one born after my birth of mother of mine, use crayfish and methylated spirit to achieve the straggly hirsute triumph that he now carves weekly at that Shylock barber, Kazeem Hair Palace?

Is his chin nkriki nkriko or as smooth as baby's backside?

Are his teeth as large as white coloured shovels? Or do they look like that of 'Donkey' in 'Shrek'? White or brown like he snacks on kolanut and snuff?

Is he bald like Stone Cold Steve Austin, or endowed with a rich Leonine mane like Kongi?

Potbelly like my mother's cooking pot, or washboard abs, hard enough for me to grind egusi seeds?

How does he smell? The pungent odour of a typical man? Does he use Sosolobia or Dolce and Gabbana?

Is he hard in body and soft in spirit, or soft in body and hard in spirit? Does his cheeks dimple when he smiles? Does he have a cleft chin? Are his hands warm and gentle when he holds a lady's hands, or they callused, made rough like by honest farm work?

I do not think of you in your baser nature, made helpless in my seeking hands, atavistic passions ignited that multiply the human race, sweat, hearts beating, mingled with heat to produce the perfect rhythms. One heart, one soul, one body, united by ancient stirrings and mutual burning desires.

No, I dwell on you as you are now, a shadowy figure with the gift of the pen! [/b]

Ishilove:
Lovely. Even better than erotika, in the sense that the imagery of passion and lovemaking is created without being too blatant. It's Solomonic

Kiss me with the kisses of your lips
For your love is sweeter than wine

Solomon was a plaYa, as MrC.ork will say. Lovely piece. This is how to woo a woman who likes poetry, although poetry isn't my forte. I'm reminded of Yao Egbelewogbe from 'A Collection of African Poetry'

You sir, can be a master! Whichever month I resume writing I am so going to consult you.




We didn't whisper aloud as you promised

Ishilove:
My dear, you sef no gree put up your dp. Izz dat fair?

My hair is shoulder length...or neck length. As long as it long enough to plait shuku and base, who cares??

My lips are like pomo. Thick and negroid in appearance

My eyes...I've never really studied them. I don't even like taking pictures. Emm..JoeBlocks, how are my eyes? You have a rich imagination so please tell me what you see when you imagine my eyes

My bosoms are very very 'voluptuous'. Jeez, I feel like a perv describing my own mammary organs in such terms

My posterior is as flat as plywood. Everything that should have been there went to the front.

I'm essentially the gurl next door.

JoeBlocks:
Now this reminds me of the sex poem I wrote a while back:

A beautiful day full of strong erection_
Giving the poets pen course to celebrate
With so much luster jubilation.
A beautiful day full of strong _erection,
Its very prey full of sweet adulation,
The poets pen smile and appreciate...
A beautiful day full of strong _erection,
Giving the poets pen course to celebrate...

Cc: _Ishilove.

Ishilove:
I don't quite understand you. When her husband keeps rejecting her sexual advances, she should just leave him to do as he pleases outside?

Ishilove:
What's fair is fair, my dear. I too have a principle about putting up my picture on Nairaland. If you will meet me half way, I will do same

Ishilove:
No, I mean what happens when the man rejects her advances frequently

Ishilove:
Well, I have never put up my picture so it is all well and good

@bolded, Why, milord, do go ahead

Ishilove:
Her sexual advances. It can be very disheartening, ya know

Ishilove:
Hmmmm, I will put it up only if you agree to put yours up. Deal?

tossen:
Ive made comments long ago on this thread. I saw "new" and opened to read. Im not always here.
I replied your comments concerning something. I was particularly addressing the comment, without even taking note of who u are, your name, age sex or location.
All i did, was mk my own opinions in response to urs. Not as a counter to ur person.

Everybodys point is refutable in every othr persons eyes because we are different. Thats why we humans endeavour to be diplomatic in order to avoid unnecessary chaos.

Have a nice evening sir/madam.

tossen:
Heres the problem. You think is about you.

Ishilove:
Lmaoo!! Postmann, do you think it is I on my DP??

That is the sort of endowment that is a bit too attention drawing for my liking. I put it up there because I, like the men who are following her like bees, am very fascinated with her chest.

Your DP, postmann, doesn't show your likeness. I wonder why...

postmann:
You bet!!!
But why not let's wait till the sun comes down and the shade of the evening offers a suiting canopy of relaxation? Then we can whisper aloud.
***modified
On the interim, may your DP throw its beam to reflect nature in the form of you that I may find enlightenment to compliment the splendour behind your gifts.
@_Ishilove

tossen:
Says a lot about you. Bothered more about the why, than about the wherefore. . . Bothered more about winning, than about truths. . . Bothered more about now, than about greater good, and purpose.

Ishilove:
I never really thought about it that way...

Tell me more

Ishilove:
What happens when the man rejects her?

Ishilove:
Monsieur le postmann, I'm a negro, with negro eyes. I squint a bit because I use coke bottle thick glasses. Nothing to see there, sir

My hair is same, it would have been long but Nigerian relaxers have dealt with it so it's not short, but not as long as it ought to be. Nothing to see there also.

I don't know why I've never really looked at my features. The physical aspects of a person have never really interested me I guess. It's the substance, what makes you YOU that attracts me and retains that attraction.

Ishilove:
Elder!

The voice of experience

Ishilove:
Unfortunately not many people will agree. This generation is all about physical gratification and razzmatazz, the rest be damned

Ishilove:
My dear, you have said it all. I am very well acquainted to romance in it's most gallant and unselfish form. Ahhh, the days of my youth...

[b]The hastiness of the contemporary age is vulgar, [/b]wouldn't you agree? No school like the old school

Ishilove:
I'm a conservative Victorian age woman, Joe. You should know that by now

joseph1832:
LOL. The only flame I carry is used to inflame those who make mockery of a man, just because he doesn't earn more money than them, or rather, because he chose to lead an honest life.

joseph1832:
LOL. I took its meaning metaphorically, which means the dada between ya legs dey ishi for _postmann's gbaka'm. LMaO.

Abi I lie? Me sef na sucker for woman sha. Every mallam with him own kettle.

joseph1832:
LOL. Majority?

joseph1832:
_Postmann has his charms, I have mine, remember, different strokes for diFferent folks.

But please, make sure your ishi is scratched so it won't itch your again.

tossen:
Looool! Even in the speaks you see the void. But you talk and talk, and the void cannot b perceived. When a man throws a woman away for cheating, its not because her body has been used raw. No. At that time, he doesnt even care, he might even add beating to it.

When a man throws a woman away, its because hes been hurt that another man found his way into his place of zen. His sole place where he is lord. He takes his woman down, and owns her... then he imagines someone else doing same. Its not because her folds have been violated.

Now, a man can be hurt that his woman has been "used " by another, but a woman has no right to be hurt that her man is giving it to others?
Also, a womans desire to cheat isnt about doing what men do. But as men are moved by what they see, a woman is moved by what she hears. No matter how violent or rough the copulation may be, a woman will spread it wide, if a guy is saying sweet nothings and paying her attention, especially if the man shes been tied to has told her shes worth nothing with his deeds and utterances.

Now many woman have tried hard to resist the sweet nothings, knowing full well its a recipe for disaster. But men refuse.to.do same, and even rub it in the womans face in the process. When will the woman no resign and decide to please herself out of the frustration of rejection, succombing to the relief of being wanted. Even if she knows it might just be an act...

Also... dont pick points from everywhere just to suit your destination. God never permitted polygamy, as he never permitted polyandry. Since u.quoted Noah... i believe u are talking christian. If you are talking the other religions, then Indian Gods permitted polyandry also. One God... different instructions, seems like people just hold on to what works for them, and use religion as a tool for restriction and control. How do u convince an atheist, that your points are true to form without including God?

Ishilove:
Fire, ice, side by side, deep rumbiings in the middle, and then... a warm ocean bed

Goodmorning sir

Ishilove:


You're brief with women indeed. Kwantinue