Everybody says that it's porn and therefore does not belong
I, however must say that I feel quite different about it and
here's the reason why
Running from something as natural and as perfect as sex is
really quite insane
What might I ask are you all so very dammed afraid of?
Only one thing wrong with it and that is in how you see it
We erotic writers mean no harm or foul
We mean only to tastefully and artfully arouse the senses
as does any other who has ever dared to put pen to paper
Telling us that we are whores and much worse for doing so
is the same as labeling another evil just because of the color of his skin or different belief system
Are you so very blind that you cannot see the harm that
you are doing not only to yourselfs but to others as well?
I must say I am really quite ashamed of you all my fellow writers for carrying on with this uncalled and unjust
Damming us just for your sin of not being bold and
couragous enough to write the same kinds of words that
Can't say that what you do againest us is for just or right
You call it protecting the young and innocent (who by the
way you should know we do not write for)
We call it censorship
Censorship of the very worse kind possible and you know
Pushing your own twisted dark ages views and opinions onto others like this should be a crime
Don't you agree?
Only want and long for a world of words where we can all co-exsist as one
You, however, seem to have no cares or desires for such a
Instead it seems to me that you wish to run a world where
you decide who is write and who is wrong
A world where you have the first, last and only word
That is not a world that I would ever want to live in nor
would anyone else reading this would to either I'm sure,
Ms. Hilter wannabe
Tell the world
Tell the good lord above himself if you wish but you and
I both know
The real truth you and others like you are trying so
desperately to hide away from is this...
Racy words upset you
Destory and rip you apart inside
For one reason and one reason alone
A reason you know all too well
A reason you have kept hidden for these many, many years
A reason that is not mine or anyone else's fault
Your father's hands.....
Just a little bit too loving for his own child
If you know what I mean.....
By RAMONA THOMPSON
© 2007 RAMONA THOMPSON (All rights reserved)