First, I will tell you the truth. Women are the cause of all my happiness and pain. Not girls, to be clear it is not girls, no, it is only women. I don’t seduce women, they seduce me and I feel victimized for it. Don’t think me a martyr, I just feel drawn to them like a magnets snapping to one another through the sheer laws of attraction. It is just not their hair that waves in every step they take. Each strand delicately and firmly overlapping one another in the most perfect way. How the straight haired girls swing theirs and it becomes a lovely fan blowing a calming gust of wind consisting of their air that I breathe in through my lungs. Or how the curly haired ones trap me in their locks so divinely twined by God himself that unravel and a twirl of the finger to let me tame and calm them that shows me each piece more clearly. How those Catalan girls with the dark black hair with slight waves, how it caresses their skin arousing each soft and delicate pore to scream out in ecstasy. Those eyes like black pearl stones painted on by a Renaissance artist on the milky canvas surrounding that their eyelids become a frame for such the most intriguing aspect of beauty. Even the blue and green eyed women who are so exotic and free, they make you want to stay with them longer to search and master every one of their sensations. The blonds, who’s yellow hair reflects off sunlight and has the most uncontainable mark of innocence. Even the red and auburn haired women who’s hair smells of sweet wine. And lastly those chocolate eyed women who make you want to stroke their cheek and hold her to your bosom and embrace even closer. How miraculous to feel their chest heave from their burning heart. A woman’s chest more rounder than that of man, more wanting to be touched and examined to utmost scrutiny. Those arms that are so fragile and innocent, that would not strike unless to protect. Connecting to the beautifully crafted wrist that are attached ever so perfectly to those supple hands that unroll long feminine fingers that have the most sensuous touch. And from the belly button, the source of all beginning and energy, she begins to take shape at the hips that carry the most important thing to all humans, life. Those hips begin to move down to the thighs, fleshy and wanting to be stroked with fingers. And down and down to the feet which want to be kissed and held. Holding their shape until the very velvety toes that giver her balance when walking. Ah her walk the cause of the first glance. One leg reaching before the other that makes her carry herself with the grace and confidence that every woman must have to extend herself to the utmost pinnacle of sensuality. Make no mistake, a woman’s body is the most wonderful and enticing of all other things in this world and it is all functioned by her mind, the most magical and extravagant thing in all of the universe and heavens. These woman seduce me and at some points, I do not like it because I have no control over it.