Jungle Woman
Her eyes were the color of the darkest night and they pierced
through your very soul that could conceal nothing from her.
There was no Television, yet you were entertained. No record
players, but yet, you could hear the music. The Jungle was her
home and it was her symphony. She was one with every creature
and she knew them just as anyone would know a neighbor.
When the Tropical rains would seize the sun would shine on her
and project a vision of the most beautiful woman that there
could ever be and ever will be.. Her song was the song of an
Angel as all the animals of the Jungle went silent to hear her
sing. Yet when she was away from her Jungle, to walk with her
was like walking down the street with a wild attack dog.
She totaly detested civilization and she made no secrets of her
feelings. She would become enraged if a motor bike kicked up too
much dirt.
She would say, "people are not meant to live like this. The
animals are free but yet we have imprisoned ourselves with our
machinery. We were meant to hear the sounds of the wind and the
rushing waters and a lovers whisper, but not these machines."
But yet as enraged as she would get outside of her Jungle, when
she returned she was the tenderest and most caring woman there
could ever be. So tender was she, you couldn't touch her without
making love to her. Every ounce of her body exuded with
sensuality. Her body was totaly awseome, yet she would barley
ever look in a mirror. She would wake up in the morning with a
face that most women couldn't acheive with even hours of make up.
As the sun shined through her window and illuminated the beauty
of her body, you couldn't help but make love to her. But even
after making love to her in the early morning hours it was a
task just to get through breakfast gazing at her naked breasts.
She would say, "I never wear a bra or a top when I'm home
because I feel as if I'm imprisoning them, if they're covered
and nature has no reason to cover my breasts."
Aside from parading around bare breasted all day most of the
time she would either be in nothing but panties or very skimpy
shorts. So, between her amazing breasts and her fantastic thighs
and legs I was perpetualy turned on. But what was so different
about her compared to any other woman that I was ever with, was
the fact that entire hours could go by without her ever saying a
single word.
Embraced in each others arms we would feel total contentment
and not even feel a need to talk. It was as if our minds were in
complete sync and tranquility. Somehow she knew everything I was
thinking without me even speaking.
Of course I can"t be completly sure if it were all because of
her or the atmossphere of the Jungle, or perhaps a combination
of the two. But I do know that I didn't miss the machinery
either. And sometimes I really wonder if we may be undoing
ourselves with all the gadgets we have.
The real irony to me seems to be the reasoning of our so called
scientific minds. I mean lets say that you do buy their notion
that we evolved from an Ape or something. Then you would have to
ask yourself this question. What kind of evolved Animal makes
all these kinds of gadgets?
I know, they would say, "great fingers evolved for us to make
tools with."
But yet, the Apes and Monkeys have the same kind of fingers but
they never try to make a skate board or something. All I'm
saying is that were not really getting the right story and my
gut feeling is that someone imposed this technology on humanoids
for some sort of purpose that suited them.
I think were afraid to even think about it and ask the obvious
question of were we ourselves mechanicly enhanced by creatures
that would benefit by our labors if we were mechanicaly enhanced
to suit their purposes. And by the way, its recently been proved
that so called bio engineering can be implanted in animals and
it can re-generate itself enabling it to pass down to other
generations. Now, I'm not saying that space aliens did this to
us. But I am saying that it is a least a possiblity.
And if you need visible evidence of this, you only have to look
at the pyramids. Before any one on earth had any conception of
what time was the pyramids were built in a mathmatical way that
they would tell time by the suns reflection on them. And I find
it quite a stretch that this had anything to do with so called
evolution.
So who are they? What have they been doing to us? And what do
they want with us? That should be our focus. But yet, we just
keep rolling out more and more gadgets and therefore playing
into the hands of those that want to keep us so busy that we
will never take a step back in time to ponder what is really
going on.
I think I'm ready to go back to the peace and tranquility of
the Jungle. Just to be somewhere again that I control time
rather than time controlling me. Whose schedule are we really
on? That's the real question. But alas, there is no answer.