Yes! I do plead guilty to being in love with you.



By Stanley Collymore

I’m already fully acquainted, if you really must know, with

what they instinctively think of and, what’s more in turn

are explicitly saying about me in the court of public

opinion in connection with you; and earnestly

taking this matter into consideration and

specifically in relation to the situation

that I embarrassingly find myself in and bearing in

mind, too, all the attention that quite obviously

it has been having, who really in their right

mind would then logically want to view

what these people have consequently

wholeheartedly embarked on as

in any way provoking; irresponsibly undertake

to question their impassioned reasoning or

honestly blame them for reaching what

irrefutably from them, and by any

level-headed deduction, is not

only a decisive but also a

singularly arrived at

and unanimous

decision?

For even as those who previously were completely

unaware of this personal situation affecting me

but could now clearly see that those who all

along and moreover had collectively and

persuasively been assertively pointing

the finger of conviction strongly in

my direction as a direct response

to my unquestionable accountability which was

noticeably recognizable to everyone whose

principled objectivity that person was

willing to put on show, certainly

had entirely good and quite

valid reasons in store, in

their well thought out

judgement, that led

unflinchingly to

them doing so!

For to put it bluntly, and as I assuredly knew, they

most definitely had the goods on me knowing

perfectly well, as they unmistakably did,

what my track record on this specific

and amorous subject matter, as it

directly related to you then, was

and had always been; and furthermore in their

resolute estimation of all this had also and

correctly assumed how it positively in

their perceptive eyes accorded with

the decisive conclusion that they

had confidently arrived at and

therefore were unyieldingly

and wholeheartedly quite

geared up to defend in

relation to their own

integrity and, quite

perceptibly, also

their defining

judgment

on me.

So what other course of action in the stated circumstances

that I was starkly faced with could I either seriously or

realistically have embarked upon doing, seeing that

there was no earthly possibility much less so any

truly convincing way on my part that I could

have disagreed with those eyewitnesses

sound and patently unimpeachable

findings? Except, of course, to

publicly and straightforwardly admit to what’s now an

open secret to just about everyone there is; and with

any real hope of securely extricating myself from

the emotional abyss I was clearly in summarily

throw caution to the wind and myself along

with it on the mercy and hopefully too the

impartiality of the court’s jury, and with

the balance of probability in this rather

tantalizing and amorous review of me

delicately poised, it’s true, between

my wining or losing their empathy,

unconditionally plead guilty to

having always been, still am,

and inexorably will always

carry on being eternally

and most enjoyably

in love with you!

© Stanley V. Collymore

12 November 2015.

The Author’s Thoughts:

Ever since Eve coquettishly tempted and quite obviously as well most skilfully and successfully managed to get a massively turned on Adam, evidently and passionately stimulated by what she was physically doing to herself, to sumptuously, quite pleasurably for both of them and, as a by-product of her expert seduction technique on Adam but equally in that intimate process between them set off a sort of procreative chain reaction which subsequently led to generations of human beings, and the same goes for every one of us who’re currently here, being born with more or less the same distinctive inclinations, to greedily eat her apple – incidentally the first recorded account of cunnilingus in the history of human kind – among many other things which Adam gratifyingly did to Eve and ecstatically relieved the sexual cravings of both of them on that auspicious occasion at the dawn of humanity, generations of their human descendants have in one way or another tried to emulate them.

To say they’ve all been pleasurably successful in their enterprise would be a gross overstatement, since as a consequence of the very personal nature of their individual activities trying to glean the unvarnished truth about these would, to put it mildly, be a massive and unrewarding enterprise, as the truth factor couldn’t reliably be depended upon. So instead rampant speculation takes its place and anecdotal evidence becomes the basic framework on which subjective judgements are made. However, whether the real truth does emerge or not what really matters is how each individual in effect adjudicates on his or her own sexual leanings or involvement, and with whom. What terms we choose to either individually or collectively apply to those sexual yearnings: lust, sowing one’s wild oats, abstinence, promiscuity, celibacy or even the general and amorphous one of love.

And who’s to say which of these terminologies or among the several others not listed here that one has the right to apply to him or her when it specifically, directly, individually and even uniquely affects just them? After all it’s their personal life; and as long as they’re unquestionably a compos mentis and consenting adult legitimately doing what they opt to, what business is it of anyone else judgementally, other than with the person with whom they’re personally, physically or emotionally involved? Is that love? Your guess is as good as mine unless it personally affects you!