The Poisoned Apple

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The breasts of a strange woman are warm and soft. She has nipples, strong and refreshing on your lips. Her voice and sounds of ecstasy are a higher appeal to your libido. Below her abdomen are warm thighs. Warm thighs and soft skin are her proud possession. She whispers sweet words in your ear. There is a secret spell being uttered to your soul. She wants to take you from home to the wilderness. Her mission is to make you wonder and only she will rescue you, from your dreams and the desires of your libido.

My son, do not take that woman home. Never think of introducing her to your parents. All she can satisfy is the lust of your flesh. Your soul will thirst for water and she will give you beer. To quench your thirst, you shall have to buzz. Your heart will desire no more success. Her beauty will blind your eyes and fix your reason. Do not be deceived by her beauty, her words are sweet but meaningless. She will be your only friend and master. Her sweetness causes diabetes to your life.

I looked at the woman this old man was discouraging me to pursue. The more he spoke, the more my fire for this woman lit. I didn’t understand his logic. He was trying to ruin an ice cream by adding chocolate sprinkles on it. She was beautiful and had really soft skin. I wanted to feel those acquiescent nipples on my lips. If being with this woman would cost me my life, then it was worth it. She was like the scorching sun set. I could think of nothing less than to make her my woman. She had the body of a young gazelle. In the next few minutes, a black Range Rover sport with tinted windows pulled by her side and she entered in the back left. The woman of my dreams was gone and there was nothing that I could do about it.

I was in love, it was real and I could feel it right in my bones. This woman was a demon who used dark powers to cast a spell on my poor soul. I closed my eyes and got lost into the world of fantasy. She was my Delilah and I Samson, with a single kiss on my lips, I could tell her secrets of my strength. An eighth grade dropout, all she had was her body. No university degree, no diploma, no certificate. All she had was her body. The only way she knew how to make money was by lying on her back and watching him feast.

Thanks to the government who claim prostitution is illegal and actively participates in it. Thanks to the policeman who takes bribe and watch the hooker walk. Thanks to the rich guy who pays thousands to have sex. Thanks to the taxi driver who picks and drops her as a package. Thanks to the human rights for considering nudity a choice of dress. Thanks to her parents for not being there for her. Thanks to the headmaster who chased her out of school due to lack of school fees. They all are the reason I cannot be in a civil relationship with the woman I love, and most importantly; thank you for reading this and doing nothing about it.