The Entrance

It's been a long time since I've posted anything, and I apologize. I've been caught in this thing called life. But I'm back, and hope to bring some new and interesting thoughts and pieces to you soon. I'm still here; still single and still in love with love....

This piece was written after yet another dismal encounter with a frog - I mean guy. I am often shocked at the things that spring forth from a man's mouth in an initial encounter. I'm not a prude, but fail to understand how speaking of what you can and will do for me sexually when I'm trying to get to know if I should even spend any reasonable time with you, is effective. It's not for me anyway. But to each his own I suppose. That's just not the way to my heart.

So quick are you to tell me what you can do sexually
I'm 50
I've been and done some of the best of things
How about something different
Impress me with intellectual stimuli
Stroke me with your words
Play footsie with my mind
Kiss my heart with something witty
Make me orgasm with laughter
Wait
If you really want to see me squirm?
Share with me your dreams
What you read
Your fears
The things in life you need
It's simple for me really
You want what's between my legs?
The entrance is through my mind