Large Fierce Mammal

Welcome back Goode Reader. Please take your ease, for I ask your indulgence in what at first may appear to be a politically motivated argument. As you will see, it is nothing of the sort, notwithstanding that I have been moved to act by the complexion of reactions to someone who is most decidedly and absolutely political.

I have grown weary of the incessant rhetoric that equates the boorishness of a certain candidate for a rather significant elected office with the way “all men” behave. Fie! Fie I say!

A Gentleman is not a saint, nor should he aspire to be, and for those among you who would like to believe such an animal no longer exists, if it ever did, please note the upper case “G”. It’s significant, although less so I suppose for those who can be counted among the mean and miserable maggotry that infests the Earth.

Most irksome of all is the sophomoric argument arising from all this, that women in general have no right of criticism here based on some quotation of sales figures for a popular although rather tame book in the BDSM genre; specifically, Fifty Shades of Grey.

I am in my 60th year upon this planet, and in those years it has been my pleasure to learn that what a Woman chooses to indulge in, by thought, word, or deed, with a particular Lover does not in any way equate with what she has ever done, or will ever do again, with anyone else. It certainly doesn’t mean she’s open for business simply because of a book she’s read and whatever titillating imaginings it may give an infantile observer.

I make no claim to being the world authority on what women like or want, but I can tell you that as I have applied the lessons learned in my studies, I have found myself more often right than wrong.

I remind you Goode Reader, I did not choose the context here. That rests squarely upon the pointy heads of a squealing subset of the Great Unwashed, and yet a very vocal and unfortunately numerous subset for all that. Back in the 2012 iteration of this series, I published a poem here called Force Continuum , the full presentation of which you can read here. It spoke to a more intelligent and enlightened consideration of the subject, and before you begin I’ll give you a little pro tip: The most significant point in what you are about to read is contained in the last verse. If you still don’t get it, drop me an intelligently worded comment (see what I did there?).

So here’s Force Continuum, presented here again because, fuck knows, the World needs it.

Force Continuum

By LFM

A handsome rogue, a bodice ripped,
A woman for the taking.
Love’s helpless captive to endure
The fury of its making.

She struggles to resist him as
He takes her sans remorse,
Takes what she’d give willingly
And seasons it with force.

She knows that in her torment,
He will keep her sore beset
To the limit of enduring,
Then he’ll push her further yet.

She knows her scent, the sounds she makes
Fan flames of darkest drive,
As though, impaled upon his spit
He’s roasting her alive.

Her writhing, gleaming frenzy
Wrings confession from her lips,
She screams her need aloud to him
As climax comes to grips.

This is no rape I speak of here,
For each and every night
The lure of dark seduction gleams
Beneath the bedroom light.

T’is not to say all women crave
Such ravishment as this.
And if you think that’s what I’ve said
There’s something that you miss.

A Lover worthy of the name
Is one who’s come to find
That the truest path to heart’s desire
Lies through a woman’s mind.