ghostofgor

I have looked upon the faces of a few, which nearly drove me to My knees. So beautiful they were they had an invisible power over me.

Like the rose....covered in thorns. We can lose ourselves in the ambiance they provide. And totally ignore the blod flowing from our fingers.

But we keep coming back for more dont we gentlemen. Even the powerful ones. Dominant types which deny they are never out of control.

Women are just capable of intoxicating the most powerful of men beyond their ability to keep their senses about them.

Bitten by the thorn I have been. Quite few times in fact. Captive of the gaze of soft eyes.

Some I wish now, afterwards I should have never seen.

I was tempted by the petals, but forgot the thorns.

As a man I am cursed to forget.

I love women....

You sultry vixens...