a Woman's form  

_CoffeeNoCream_ 52F
6527 posts
3/29/2005 1:50 pm

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5/7/2006 10:53 am

a Woman's form

This earth is filled to overflowing with creations that inspire awe, in whom, complexities not yet fully understood delight our senses and create within us a pride of being human. But none are as visually stimulating as the raw form of a woman.

Those sumptuous curves that make the greatest achievements in art's long history don dunce caps. The manner in which her lines develop into shapes unimaginable. So captivating, so intoxicating, her glance is truly hypnotic. Her lips come together and breathe fumes and gases that have yet to be discovered. Her gentle saunter has the power of a thousand plow horses, able to halt the very flow of a busy intersection and to forcibly twist the necks of her admirers. This is the gem we call Woman.

I must begin by stating the obvious, that strength is relative and specific. And that users of it are deliberately deceitful. Men have a physical strength that women can only dream of, while the latter have an aura that men can only dream to enjoy. Theirs is an intense energy that we long for, yet can never fully comprehend.

I would have to say that a woman's face is the most intriguing element of her beauty. A slight bit narrower than ours and smaller on the whole, but all in all, from a cell-for-cell point of view, her face is not incredibly dissimilar from ours. Yet those few distinctions speak volumes about our differences.

The way her hair blows in the wind. How her nose turns up just right, her skin so soft with a satin feel and a natural fragrance without rival. Her lips part and her luscious tongue slides to and fro, moistening with a wetness water will never have.

And her shapely chin turns into a neck and shoulders that round out with tones and a sheen unseen in nature. Then comes her breasts, capable of intoxicating even the heartiest of drinkers. They hop and skip about with an enthusiasm known only to children who've yet to be bogged down with anxieties of life as an adult. They seem to be free and complete, yet beg and plead for companionship and a fondling love. The wonderful areolas cry out for the touch of a finger or willing lips. And the very nipples themselves stand at attention. Firm, yet pliable. Soft, warm.

From there her waist takes on the form of an hourglass. Then past her naval, a tuft of velvet greets the eye. Its curls so tight and unending, they pave the way for better things to come. The first thing you would notice is the indention in her pubic region, which then protrudes as a cover for a delectable shaft. It hides in safety until the realization of pleasures abound and it peeks out into the light to be seen and admired. Her natural juices are now flowing and the area becomes moist and a new and alluring aroma is discovered. Her outer folds cannot contain the inner any longer and they give way, rupturing as the labia minor, engorged with the blood of lust, open the doors to the caverns of her inner sanctum. The canal is deep and dark and mysterious, conjuring all its powers to magnetize its mate with a force so strong and uncompromising that very civilizations have been led by its magnificent pull.

And just past the gates of this abiding inner courtyard is the most tender, butter-soft half inch of skin on her body. Its taste is of ripe melons. Its texture that of the inside of banana peel, slithery and inviting, but sincerely encouraging further exploration and experience.

And finally her ass. I say ass because buttocks doesn't seem to properly portray the inspiration involved in delving into it. The term “buttocks” cannot possibly capture its sheer stylishness and grace. As far as anatomy goes, the ungodly form and curvature of a woman's ass is unequaled. It stands as the greatest shape known to man and will always hold this dear spot in our hearts. The mere passing by of one of these is an experience that best belongs in the annals of philosophical musings of religion and world-renowned art. It produces in us a relentless drive to achieve contact with its surface. It is best known as ass.

In conclusion, I must admit that a woman's form has powers that transcend sexual boundaries. A woman looks good even to other women. And not to say that all women are sexually attracted to one another; to this I can neither blame nor judge them. But as it stands, in all the pages of the Holy Bible, there are no prohibitions to female homosexuality (in fact, many would argue that there are neither any prohibitions to male homosexuality; a subject for another debate).

They hold within them a strength that is unattainable to men, a force that defies mathematical logic. They should cherish that strength and use it as we use our own physical, muscle-based clout to our benefit. But the fact still remains that a woman's body is a sight to behold. I, for one, am still that jovial little school boy every time a beautiful woman passes me by. My insides are still twisted into a deviling knot and my breath is taken from me.

Finally, I would like to tell the world that from my standpoint, a woman's form is without parallel in nature, in our world, even in the massive expanse we call the universe, and I still am privileged to witness its mystical, mind-bending powers on me...

a Friend shared this with me...its his musing, all credits are for Kane

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keithcancook 60M
17718 posts
3/29/2005 2:32 pm

Kane writes very well.


LimesMastsAvoid 70M
456 posts
3/30/2005 6:30 am

I was wearing my glasses to view a pussy, unfortunately the prescription ran out.....


Hisoka137 38M

4/6/2005 9:47 am

I think the importance of woman in art, especially art since the end of the Middle Ages, has alot to do with the fact that the overwhelming majority of artists are men. The overhelming majority of their commissioners where men too. And when they were woman, they mostly served the purpose of the vanity of those women.

Don't understand me wrong, I'm not saying woman can't be artists. I'm just noticing that throughout a large chunk of history, there has been a clear bias in favor of man.

On the other hand, if you take a closer look at Greek Culture, you'll notice that the male body got quite it's share of attention too.


lustmirror 63M
2897 posts
4/7/2005 12:35 am

art is the imitation of life.....
woman is life...
man is the artist

if you doubt me, tally their creations.....


mattstu 50M
28 posts
4/8/2005 9:46 am

lief,
we really just want to see a picture of you...
especially after this sensuous description
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rm__AnyGirl_ 51F
246 posts
6/25/2005 10:21 am

My compliments to Kane


rm__AnyGirl_ 51F
246 posts
10/18/2005 11:43 am

why did Kane never visited this blog ?


rm__AnyGirl_ 51F
246 posts
10/18/2005 11:45 am

4 plait....where are you ?


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