What fuels the fire of passion? What drawers people together where they can be intimate with the same person for numerous years over and over and over again? It's something that can't be described. There is no rhyme or reason to it. It just is.

Men, by nature, are programmed to look at a woman and decide if he wants to have sex with her. This is reinforced from constant programming, since infancy, to objectify a woman and judge her by her beauty, her big breasts, big butt, long hair and long legs.

Young men are filled with this initial lust. As men become older and more experienced with women, they understand that the object of their initial, primal, lustful instinct is an illusion. This is why the strip clubs and the hookers on the corner dress so provocatively to entice that primal instinct. The strip clubs are full and prostitution is the worlds oldest profession.

As a young boy becomes a man he realizes that a woman's attributes attract a man to them but it's her sustenance that holds his interest. It's her intelligence that captivates him. Older men know that the women in the strip clubs and the ones on the corner are just eye candy. We all know that candy rots your teeth.

Older men also know something else, they know how to transfer that primal lust onto their spouse. They don't get caught up in pornography and magazines, especially when they have the kitty kat sitting right next to him. The thing is, some boys never grow up.

So take it from an old wise man, put down the pornography, stop fantasizing about women you'll never have, and start paying attention to your own woman. There's nothing you see on TV that you can't do with your woman. They have the same body parts, be creative. Lust for her!

Ghetto Bastard: A Memoir (Volume 1) and Ghetto Bastard 2 (Volume 2) by Russell Vann


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