Click....

with this simple command a line up of genitalia flashes before me. All perfectly displayed for my inspection, they are stiff, flacid, hooked, stuffed all standing at attention as the screen scrolls for my viewing pleasure. This our new age of dating reduced to choosing the Johnson of my personal preference. How completely absurd as my spectcles frame each and every potential joy toy that might land a place in my boudoir. As Thanksgiving approaches I'm reminded of Turkey heads with their flailing under necks hanging proudly for their mates to inspect.

The c**k being human or bird still struts his maleness to capture interest for the sole purpose of burying into fleshy warm housing only to release his seed for future generations. AS I scroll through too numerous choices it dawns on me that perhaps it's not the beautiful organ that produces adreniline and a warmish oozing of female mucous. It is the head on the other end that differentiates between what that pulsating rod of passion can do. For several years now I have been fortunate to taste, smell, swallow and tease the brainless wonders into complete submission.

And while they are miraculous inventions of God's creation they are not the single most perplexing entity on this earth.

They are simple in their desires, to be stroked, cajoled and adored for what time they have to function.

What strikes me as ludicrous...is the dissconnection of this organ to the rational functions of higher thinking. One would surmise that if this c**kle doodle doo was desperate for more attention it would do anything to get noticed. My sister comrades would surely agree that when a p***s parades his capabilities without his soul being intertwined then it is just that. Fleshy, useless, spewing, pulsating meat with little or no personality causing most females to despise the little f**ker. How superb it would be to view endless faces, hearts and minds before revealing the epicenter of our men, their c**k, for it is that fundimental difference between us as men and women. Attraction for us Venutians is a melting pot of desires all leading to the same goal...

Pleasure.

It is not your trophy Willie we enjoy, it is you as a whole that makes us swoon.

True genius would require a bit of careful deduction by our Mars counterparts, lead with your heart and the c**k will find it's shangri la....