Irony

the woman interviewed

by the young girl.

darling...

you'll have to

forgive me...

forgive my brazeness,

my blunt disclosure...

i've never

been a woman to

hide and

'po'mouf' around

real subjects...especially where i'm

concerned. i've

loved sex...loved orgasms...

loved getting my dose of physical hights...loved

the afterglows...the satiations

that lingerd...

i was never a scared woman...in

a world where women with love for sexuality and

its intricacies have been and are frowned

upon; i went for what i

wanted with gusto...black, brown, white, cream,

faun, ecru, tall, short, muscular or lean...

i went for any man i desired...

weathered the persecution

of other less than liberated females...my

skin became teflon to

the projectiles of

'slut,' 'whore,' 'man-stealer...' and chile the list

went on.

i enjoyed the chase...enjoyed the dominance...the

taste of power...endured the

insults of other men...who hated being beat at their

own games...if had always been good

for them to get

away with it...however...i've never regretted my

primal pursuits for

ultimate sexual fulfillment.

she chuckled...a gorgeous woman...stately and strong...her eyes

twinkled with challenge and barely concealed pride.

the young girl asked her:

Madame...how...how...

insightful...but in all

your conquests....how do you feel about giving

away all of YOU...recieving

nothing in return? Do you

realize you're all...tapped...out?

it would seem you've never

held the cards to anything....you've spent

your life folding.

the young girl walks aways quietly...leaving the woman

behind.

©2011 -SpokesmaN