Thursday, July 28, 2011
Friday, July 1, 2011
All in love is fair...
You have resorted to crying before we say good-bye... you pretend I am a sailor on his way to the edge of the world who you may never see again... and I use these fantasies that fill the corridors of your mind to conjure up your desires and passions and drive your savage love making... and you let me do it.
I manipulate your thoughts and desires by giving you the love that you don’t admit that you want and making you work hard for the man you want me to be... “yours...”
You are shy and fragile now and you seduce me slower - with more patience and thought and drama... you are Scarlet O’Hara and Ilsa Lund... you charm me to you by needing me - you want me to protect you and you want me to possess you... you want me to take care of you but you also want me to let you live your life - your life that has nothing to do with me when I am not around... and I let you...
You feed my ego... you inspire me, you motivate me, you make me want to make this a better world for us to live in... you leave me hungry for more and my hunger grows when I watch you walk away after we say good-bye...
We’ve gone beyond playing the games that lovers play - our seductions have a greater purpose - every glance... every touch... every kiss... is designed to keep us coming back to each other for more... and you come back for more... you come looking for Captain Butler and Rick Blain to save you from some potentially disastrous situation purposely planned and initiated so that I can be your hero... I know what you do and why you do it... and I let you... and you let me save the day... you let me be your hero, your knight in tattered armor. You’ve abandoned all those bullshit feminist ideals for what they really are - a cruel hoax... to parade me in front of all your friends and the world as “your man”... and you beam with pride and bask in the envy of all those sad and lonely friends of yours that secretly desire the new life you have found but dare not show it for fear of being thrown into the den of wolves in some secret man hating feminist dungeon...
And I come back for more - to my gentle geisha in her garden perfumed by jasmine and cherry blossoms and the smell of rain... I’ve crossed deserts and mountains and restless seas to bring you precious jewels and love potions and books filled with unfinished poems... and only the flavor of the marmalade on your lips can help inspire the words that will keep you coming back for more...
I manipulate your thoughts and desires by giving you the love that you don’t admit that you want and making you work hard for the man you want me to be... “yours...”
You are shy and fragile now and you seduce me slower - with more patience and thought and drama... you are Scarlet O’Hara and Ilsa Lund... you charm me to you by needing me - you want me to protect you and you want me to possess you... you want me to take care of you but you also want me to let you live your life - your life that has nothing to do with me when I am not around... and I let you...
You feed my ego... you inspire me, you motivate me, you make me want to make this a better world for us to live in... you leave me hungry for more and my hunger grows when I watch you walk away after we say good-bye...
We’ve gone beyond playing the games that lovers play - our seductions have a greater purpose - every glance... every touch... every kiss... is designed to keep us coming back to each other for more... and you come back for more... you come looking for Captain Butler and Rick Blain to save you from some potentially disastrous situation purposely planned and initiated so that I can be your hero... I know what you do and why you do it... and I let you... and you let me save the day... you let me be your hero, your knight in tattered armor. You’ve abandoned all those bullshit feminist ideals for what they really are - a cruel hoax... to parade me in front of all your friends and the world as “your man”... and you beam with pride and bask in the envy of all those sad and lonely friends of yours that secretly desire the new life you have found but dare not show it for fear of being thrown into the den of wolves in some secret man hating feminist dungeon...
And I come back for more - to my gentle geisha in her garden perfumed by jasmine and cherry blossoms and the smell of rain... I’ve crossed deserts and mountains and restless seas to bring you precious jewels and love potions and books filled with unfinished poems... and only the flavor of the marmalade on your lips can help inspire the words that will keep you coming back for more...
ladies and gentlemen... "all in love is fair" performed by Kimiko Itoh:
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