On the edge of the Milky Way, way, way out in space
There's this planet called Earth; we've all heard of this place
A place where all the inhabitants are a complete disgrace
They allow millions to starve, while a few stuff their face
And no matter the size of their knowledge base
They can never understand one another and begin to efface
With their swords, knives, guns, bullets and bombs all apace
They will soon go at one another in a nuclear arms embrace
They have the ability to end themselves in one last Coup de Grace
....and with disparaging tones, we call them, the human race

I am just so near to losing my mind whenever I hear the statement "So, who wears the pants here?"
Wow!
It gets me speechless.
I got love for all the brothers out there, but what makes you think that what you wear on the outside really portrays who you are on the inside?
"No she doesn't tell me what to do!" is what you beat your chest on whenever you are in conversation with your "boys".
"No I can't carry the baby outside the grocery store, Instead I'll go park the car"...
"No I can't clean the dishes, what will she be doing?"...
"No I will not pick up her call now, am the one wearing pants, I do it at my time"...
"I can get home whatever time I want, after all she just a woman, am above her!!!!???"...

Honesty, its sad that to this day, this mentality holds.
Well, if I am talking 'bout you here, Let me give you  THE reality check!

You ain't No better. You need a woman.
She came out of your rib yes, but ain't you the one who asked for her in the 1st place?
Ain't she the reason why from 8th grade you have added 30 pounds? Otherwise wouldn't you malnutrition yourself with noodles and coffee night, after night?
Ain't she the reason why you get so cosy and warm after tens of ******* on a cold night?
For some, the car you drive, the very job you got, ain't she the one that worked out connections for you to get there?
Ain't she the reason why there is a baby somewhere that calls you "Daddy?" that you brag to the society about...makes you feel like a "MAN" ey? She had a choice of denying you the child, say its not yours...
But in your selfish Grown up ego you want to show the world "YOU ARE THE ONE WEARING PANTS????"

Would it hurt to show appreciation?
My point, that is what differentiates a man and a boy.

So next time, before you ask her "Who wears the pants?" Think twice.!

You know why, "SHE WEARS THE DRESS, SOMETHING, YOU, CAN NEVER DO!!!"

© The Unspoken

Touch me there.
Put me in the mood,
caress my body.
Make it bare.

Dance your lips on my skin.
Be rough or gentle.
Engulf me in sin.

Do what you please.
Run you hands up and down,
Give my body a squeeze.

Get us going. Turn me on.
Lift me up. Flip me over.
No boundaries are drawn.

What is this? Simply lust.
No love involve,
But oh, it's a must!

Pull my golden hair.
Scratch me here,
Or bite me there.

Send my body into ecstasy,
and let me ****** to your energy!

Touch me here.
Touch me there.