A Vexing Truth & A Singing Siren

A Man Unvexed
To say that he feels completely self-secure is an understatement, and a disservice to his personal truth. Ever since he can remember, his way of life, his childhood throughout, and into the decisions that created the man, he has walked a sure-footed path. Upon his thoughtful recollection, this confidence was a generous gift from his father, the model man who walked before him. The formula for his momentous success was a series of events that unfolded a plan, which at first, was a navigation of unknowns, but later required decisive action that included a fluid acceptance of differing peoples and personalities, although he was choosy then, and is even more so now. He sets his boundaries with others in an instant, and never suffers fools longer than absolutely necessary. His standards are of the most stringent upon himself, but he is able to forgive others their shortcomings, although depending on the offenses, a cool distance may grow between he and the transgressor.

He’s known by all to be a kind and loving father, both the trunk and the branches of the central family tree. He stands with roots firmly imbedded into the ground, allowing his children to climb upon his static strength, and as they grow, he extends his branches so that they may hang from his limbs, each prodigal leaf connected by unconditional love. When the gales of life blow and batter his loved ones about, he shelters his family under his limbs while allowing them to experience the events of humanity that must be navigated to create strong and committed individuals. He is a man who regularly partakes of a superior existence spurred by his relationships and surroundings, the trappings of achievement. He is endlessly patient and protective of those that he shelters, those under his care, but he has become impatient for things that he desires. His abundant life has led him to a place where almost everything has been tasted, and tried, and he has reached a point where desires become needs. He will knowingly walk any path to attain and fulfill the goals that he sets for himself.

He lives a life of certainty and conformity, a requisite assignment so closely related to traditional attainment forced upon all by the conditions of society. Highly regarded as a man of many principles, specialties, and knowledgeable in many dominions, he is often sought for counsel, consiliences, confidences, and sustenance. He tempers his handsome countenance, professional and personal brilliance with polished congeniality, stunning charisma, and a sharp sense of humor appreciated by those who find themselves in partnership with him, or in service to him, in his phenomenal world. His is a scripted life to which all men should keenly aspire, or further, wholeheartedly desire. He is pleased and knows that he is a lucky man, an empowered man, and a loved man, who has worked hard to fill his cup which runeth over with a tidal wave of accomplishment. It’s a near perfect existence. He is a winner.

The Unequivocal Condition
In all of us there lies a bubbly essence of opposites, the murky and muddied waters that seep into the cool, clean, clear liquid of life creating a brackish concentration fed by want and desire. It is the great balancer within the ranks of humanity; a measure of dark allowing the perfection of light, that singular element that will never allow a life lived to perfection. There is no denying that this realm within each of us exists, it is not invited, but is stanchly embedded as part of our human condition.

The Siren
To simply say that she is beautiful would be a trite platitude. This beauty is not a visage born of traditional or societal conditions, but a beauty defined from essential, deep, and profound experience. Her sensual nature emanates from her being as it is fundamentally within her, an incorruptible truth that oozes out from her soul and into those who truly see her. At first glance, one is consciously aware of her attractive qualities, but those who venture to delve into discussions of depth are forever affected by her words, a leaving of visible marks upon their minds, and sometimes their souls. A sweet serenity radiates from her, and it is delightful to revel in the honey scent that she affords those who partake in the experience, almost as pleasurable as delicious respite in her arms. She maintains a childlike zest for life, although she is no child. She has experienced pain and suffering in the most intense degrees, but prevails against the negative pull of the sad sticky sap created by worldly wrongs.

She is extremely cautious with her words. She knows that they have power, and when framed by her beauty, she is intoxicating. She was frivolous with this unintended influence in the past, and she learned, oh did she learn hard lessons caused by her indifferent ignorance towards her essence, her being. Now, very few are allowed to view the elements in combination because it is a fusion that one cannot erase from existence. Once the powerful organic reaction has commenced, it must run its course, a combustible force of nature. Few are strong enough to take the journey into the depths of her carnal world. Ever watchful, she sees in rare exchanges, one who is worthy, and of the strength, to engage in a glimpse of her fabulous secrets. A momentary window opens, for a fraction of a minute, but only the most perceptive are able to acknowledge the hint of her depths, and only a handful have the vigor to slide inside of her private labyrinth to dwell within.

In be”tween”
It was happenstance, fate, kismet, and all of the allusions one might conjure in the offering of an explanation to a connection “between” before jumping down the rabbit hole. They had passed each other at a function, a quick hello, a momentary, “Who’s here that you know,” and, “Oh yes, I remember them.” She enjoyed him from the first, actually at first, a prior engagement of which he could not possibly have known. They stood together in conversation between a few, a chorus within the generic norm about this n’ that, and then a natural dwindling occurred until they stood alone. After a few exchanges, and a reveal of the epidermal level, she offered a momentary insight into her nature, a breezy fly by of which he candidly took note, but did not divulge. Now remember, he is slyly perceptive, worldly, and maintains an acute acumen for that which he finds intriguing. Her showing, that tiny sliver of insight, was not lost upon his most heightened of skills. He nonchalantly delved into the next level of her sub-layers, felt comfort, and then proceeded with questioning persistence. She was reserved, not wanting to intrigue, not desiring to pull him forth, but then in a brief nanosecond, a power exchange occurred where he took the reigns signaling his unbarred intrigued, a soulfulness between recognized, his unburdened desire to investigate cast out of the shadows. She opened the window for one more brief second, and then snapped it shut, letting him lead the way to any further connection. She reclined back in passivity, a comfortable and cautious role, but she was not relaxed for long. In short, he advanced, seeking to unpeel the layers within having been presented with a worthy pursuit.

Vexing Sensations as the Siren Sings
He is enjoying her in his mind as he fills his days with business meetings and the like. Her laugh and ease with life, herself, he, the world, intrigues him fully and ignites his laughter. She is one momentary clip away each second, a montage of sensuous desires fulfilled in a few minutes, and then repeated over again because the sensation is empty as he has not yet possessed the essence of his desire. He wonders if she is thinking of him, as she wonders the same. Their shared insights are salacious content lodged in each other’s minds filling the quiet crevasses inside of days where much must be accomplished, but their desires would rather overrule the mundane. He could not have predicted the expanse of her layers, and she has yet to unfold many of the final petals before all becomes known, if such a woman may ever be known without ownership. He cannot ignore the reality that she embodies, the essence of a purely sensual being with an inextinguishable heat driven by lust for life, and a heart filled with laughter and joy. He couldn’t have known, but he now understands the challenge presented in knowing such a creature, one truly worthy of his desire. He wants, needs, to posses her, not because she in unattainable, for he has had many of those “unattainable” women who now rest in his wake. No! She is not containable, and that energizes him in a way that he has never known. He must have her for much deeper reasons. She is so full of life, patience, giving, desire, layers, secrets, wantonness, heat, consciousness, and passion, he is driven to pursue, conquer, and obtain the slightest measure of the gifts she offers. He will taste her essence. He will endeavor to savor her fully. He will attempt to acquire the knowledge buried within her depths. He will furiously compel himself to win. And finally, when he does, he will understand her insatiable joy.

C.S. Mack Author