womanly needs

why is it that the tango can only be danced with one person? such a tender and passionate dance and yet it only allows the two people to indulge in it...

Perhaps the old saying is right...twos company and three is a crowd! In my opinion twos a bore and threes fun. Oh isn't lust just addictive?. not love or romance for both these entities are mere pretenses as after all romance is to deceive others. Yet don't let this imply or by any means suggest that i am a woman robbed of the various romances of youth, the romances that one enjoys whilst growing up and gaining wisdom from the not so fair yet highly irresistible opposite sex.

Let me start with number one, oh no, not my first romance, not my first sexual partner but rather introduce my main lover, my adonis, the animated sculpture with whom i satisfy my carnal needs. We have been indulging in such behavior for around a year now. His locks of pure gold and his buttocks of steel, he is perfection when it comes to taking him between silken sheets and ravishing his rather lovely body. He makes me laugh and as of late we have been spending a lot of time together... Last night i allowed myself to spend the night at his (something that i tend not to do, simply for the fact that i prefer my own bed and the fact that i don't want to encourage this to become into anything more serious). I woke up with a creased face and hair matted to the back of my head, oh and very late. Jumping out of bed i quickly made myself a coffee and wanted to let myself out.
'Daarling, come back to bed!" i forgot to mention his preppy accent and his blue eyes, i must say i have always been a bit of a sucker for blue eyes.
"gotta run..will call though!" same vague responses i have been giving him for over a year now, we're supposed to be getting serious, we're close to the 'i love you' mark by his books....and yet he has no idea about number 2. Not that he is in second place...His chocolate skin and the way he moves on the dance floor makes me want him and his genes. I often think that if i wanted children i would like to have them with him, he is athletic and has muscles, his skin is a lovely chocolate color and his eyes an impenetrable black. He's more serious, well about life but not relationships, he always says relationships are a whey to serious a thing to ever talk seriously about...which always makes me smile. He does romantic things often, something which i normally find awful, yet with him i can tolerate it, so flowers and chocolates and underwear and plenty of jewelry and perfume which makes me feel like a woman. When t comes to the bedroom, well can any woman complain about a black man? its definitely something in the rhythm. I don't see number two as often as i would like to, mainly because number one takes a lot of my time and energy and then there is also number three (i know, ever so naughty of me) I tend to keep the number three spot free but as of recent days i have met a rather lovely, younger poet. It is his intelligence which i find alluring, and it must be said what women would not enjoy having a poet by her side and knowing that he could break into a serenade at any time and woo you off your feet. Must be some of the ancient ancestral feelings within me, the classical side of my personality. Mr poetic is very delicate and very intelligent. We spend time together in which my imagination is stimulated almost as much as my sex organs. We sit under trees and take lunch together in expensive yet organic cafes and we chat and we wonder about the world and the economy and the way things are going and how words have changed their meanings and how everyone around us is simply in their own bubble and it is just us who are in touch with reality....All a load of bollocks really, but when we are together it feels right, he feels right and his mind is a perfect match for mine.

Now, is it that wrong to be dating three rather different yet totally brilliant men??

You tell me...i cannot judge myself..