The Side Eye Lash

All was well. All was forgiven. All was restored.
Life was grand, things were going as before
Flirtation carried into nuzzling and caressing
It was just like should have been all along

With regained confidence, he took to leading his relationship
Things were going really smooth, like soothing water for a ship
But, as with all wonderful things, there often is a slip
A point where the heart gets cut, diced, and clipped

As he witnessed his lady
He was convinced she was making an error
As politely as he thought he should have
He gave her a little tap from behind

What should have been loving words
Must have registered as a cutting sword
In an instant, she flashed a side eye
Pierced through like a dagger… bullseye

Staggered, he fell back
The call of the vault
Screaming to him to come find refuge
His mind assaulted by thoughts racing in deluge

Seeing her continue in her erroneous path
Paying no heed to his command or request or demand
Polite or not, she was not going to take his guidance
He froze in step, as the vault clanged open

She moved on confidently
Not a care in the world
Oblivious to his concern
This was not the smooth sailing he had expected

Saddle up. It’s time to fight
The beast she had tamed now forgot his name
All this vulnerability had left him exposed
Her eyes had cut a gash with just a dash of a lash

The side eye lash was a venomous villain
Usually reserved for other women, as defense mechanism
Now directed to him, to keep him in place, in check
His ego and manhood on the line… the poison wrecking his heart

She had gone on the offensive
There was no other way to explain this
Now on the defensive, he accepted the slay
His heart spread wide open wounded without delay

Her posture erect, jaw line solidly clasped but not clenched
She knew she had struck a mortal blow
But that was not her problem
He was not going to hit below the belt, she knew all to well

The strength of his six foot frame reduced to size by a bat of her eye
Sideways she had launched her dagger
Directly full frontal they had struck through his breastplate
For all the machismo under the sun, Goliath was down for the count

As the shadows wrapped about his shoulders and pulled him closer to the vault
This time there was no drip or drop of pity left to plop in the sea of naught
No one would feel sorry for him, society had armed their women with the side eye lash
Thrashed was his strength, unable to buck conventional wisdom to lash back with a clap-back

It was not because he was weak. It was not because he had lost his dominance
It was the cost and price of being so close to a woman as strong as she was
In all of her submission, her strength had arisen in epic proportions
Like a race horse, kept in check, by the simple bit between it’s bite

She had jockeyed and positioned herself to control the beast with the wave of a hand
But just for good measure, to keep him aware of her control, she flung her only whip
It was not made of leather, like the one he handily wielded over her flesh
This was an emotional one, deftly swung by the tip of her eye lashes

And just like that, time stood still, as the gates of his vault closed nice and tight
This was not the moment to engage in any fight
Collateral damages would stir up too much fright
Instead, taking his lump of coal, he silently moved right on along

There would be a time to talk
A time to revisit this bat of the lash
She would explain herself
He’d be ready and protected by the security of his vault

At that point in time
Should he find out that she had batted a foul
His eyes would counter with swiftness
As they darkened and his hand tightened it’s grip on his whip

The side eye lash may have leveled him for this round
But it was not the final and last
There would be another, in which she could end up well bound
Quietly, he waited for this moment to pass

Her confident walk started to falter a bit
She knew what she had done
There would be a question or two
Her knees growing weak questioning what was to come

Unlike last time, where he waited in agony for her to approach
He waited until the moment felt right
When her sighs had grown audible
He closed in, not with the battlement of reproach

Gently, he pulled her close
Giving her leeway to resist some
But holding his ground
He won her around

Her eyes averted, for she knew he could read her soul
He waited as she tried in vain to divert the topic
The ground burning her soles his hand holding her close
Eventually, she gave in and looked up pleading

It was then, they began to dialogue and discuss what had taken place
She couldn’t give up her side eye lash
It was her only method of taming the power of his beast
The respect he would not let go of, as words would have been better said

At some point, she was not sure
He pulled her into his vault just to ensure
She felt his corner, his cold, his torture
With a kiss, she promised to endure

Squeezing her close
Their hearts beating loudly to touch each other
He agreed to close the door to the vault
So long as she eased up on the side eye

It was not fun clashing
Even from such a small lashing
Instead, they vowed to look straight ahead
Their eyes speaking volumes instead

Another round of forgiveness
As is the custom of long lasting love

It was finally said and done
The only acceptable side eye action
Would be the flirtation eye batting
Stroking the fire of passion

You know. The bedroom eye lashes
Smoldering in heat
Drawing passionately in unity
Only the stars could match the twinkle in their eyes

How he preferred the flirtation side ways heat
The kind a woman knew best how to deliver
As a knight would lustfully quiver
At the batting of a well lashed eye

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The Side Eye Lash

A woman will test the limits and boundaries. Her sense of security is heightened when she thoroughly understands the limits by which she’s free to roam.

The man who can’t clarify his limits and boundaries, pity such a fool, will suffer needlessly at the repeated testing of his lady who craves to understand what he’s unable to provide. Foolishly, he will sacrifice her joy, love, and devotion, as he knee-jerk reacts to her natural instinct. This, my friend, leads to untold generational destruction as this queen, unequally yoked, falls victim to the weakness of such a boy in man’s clothing.

A wise man knows how to adjust the length of his leash such that she’s free to run and be herself without ever forgetting where the source of her security comes from… her knowing what boundaries she has to play with.