I Think of You Laughing (Love vs Sex 256)

I think of you laughing

like a carefree giddy little girl,

amazed and awestruck

by the wonderful, intricate, and bewildering complexities of the world,

all the while relaxed in such untamed and unworried behavior

because you know

deep down in your heart that you aren’t alone,

not truly alone anymore,

in your thoughts, perceptions, and priorities.

Because, you know a man, a real man,

who is not an imposter, a bully, or a charlatan,

who cares for you and appreciates you as he should;

who has your back like no other ever has or ever will.

You know how much he wants to see you shine and dance and trust and love with complete abandon.

You just know,

he could never tolerate himself letting you down or disappointing you by failing to be the man you deserve and that you need to believe in.

It is a dreamy thought

that seems as though it might easily become a romantic reality

if only certain souls might stumble upon one another

and in doing so,

choose to believe


exquisite possibilities.

Cribb          2018

The Contorted, Twisted, and Bastardized Form of “Love”, We have All been Taught to Believe is Ideal (Love vs Sex 237)

Written by Percy Sledge and first recorded in 1966, “When a Man Loves a Woman” hit a cultural nerve. The song shot to the top of both the Billboard Hot 100 and R&B charts. Another version, recorded twenty-five years later by Michael Bolton, also went straight to the top of the charts, and the song now sits at number 54 on Rolling Stone’s list of the five hundred greatest songs of all time. Nothing is more prominent than love and sex in Western media, and “When a Man Loves a Woman” is an example of the message whispered in romantic ears throughout the world.

What does Mr. Sledge have to say about a man’s love for a woman? What are the signs of true masculine love? Copyright restrictions won’t allow us to quote the song’s lyric in full, but most readers know the words by heart anyway. To review, when a man loves a woman:

  • He becomes obsessed and can’t think of anything else.
  • He’ll exchange anything, even the world, for her company.
  • He’s blind to any fault she may have, and will abandon even his closest friend if that friend tries to warn him about her.
  • He’ll spend all his money trying to hold her attention.
  • And last but not least, he’ll sleep in the rain if she tells him to.

We’d like to suggest an alternative title for this song: “When a Man Becomes Pathologically Obsessed and Sacrifices All Self-Respect and Dignity by Making a Complete Ass of Himself (and Losing the Woman Anyway Because Really, Who Wants a Boyfriend Who Sleeps Out in the Rain Because Someone Told Him Too?).”

Sex at Dawn

Ryan and Jethá          2010

Love vs Sex 25

What I see when I drink beer…

I traced those soft milky curves of your shoulder and neck line over and over and over. Your blouse, teasing my eyes and my physical desire the whole damn time, as it flowed in the gentle waves of surface water, revealing, then covering, only to repeat the cycle again and again in different degrees. I followed the flow of your blouse down to your lower half; to sculpture covered, but nonetheless of undeniable beauty; an erotic smooth form of elegance. Then, came the boots…another covering, but one that arched your feet in a posture that demanded attention; demanded it. And then, back to your face, your smile, and your laughter; silliness detected, a desire to let loose and be free from all constraints. In my mesmerized mind, gentle kisses of bridled desire and impatient need yield to their hunger and thirst; those kisses sample so tenderly…so adoringly… your essence and your hopeful surrender to my reverential lust as they fall upon your soft elegant flesh. The curvatures of your face and neck become the first instinctual obsession of my mental contact with your body. But more must be had, and once those areas have been teased fervently and saturated with my intent, my exploration of your sensuality must continue as my lips slide around the back side of one of your ears and dive a little too quickly into a region that is normally veiled with soft golden ringlets…. and yes, yes, yes… eventually my lips find yours and they find them seeking mutual possession. At some point before I lose all control to my physical craving, my phantom hands that have been tenderly and playfully entwined in that mane of yours from the very beginning start to react with intuitive instinct to each and every delicate betrayal of your body… either with a slight opposing tension… or a momentary yielding… or a gentle tug, a gentle pull… to let you know… let you know… that you are mine and I know you… and I want you.        


That is truly what I saw last night as I sat drinking beer in a bar.


So what do you think I see when my gaze falls upon you? You can’t even begin to imagine…


Cribb     2012