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saying he ain’t shit, because we are a derivative of the Goddess. This is one big circle, one big point of origin.” He moved his index finger in the shape of an ‘O’, then paused. “Men, we don’t take the time to learn about ourselves, who the fuck we really are,” he said softly. “Do you ever ask yourself the question, ‘Who am I?’
    “We take even less time to learn about our mate and how to make love to her . We are missing out on one of life’s biggest pleasures, the true connection you receive from sex, not just that physical orgasm. If you aren’t connected to that woman internally and cerebrally, then you never really came before!” His voice rose, drawing wide eyes upon him. “You’ve never busted a real nut! You are a virgin, at least spiritually, until you’ve had this. You’ve never experienced a full-body, full chakra orgasm, and man,” he smiled and shook his head emphatically, “you are missing out because you didn’t do your homework, the footwork, the necessary exertion to get to that level with your woman, your black woman.” Heads nodded in the audience. “When you succeed in this knowledge, it will manifest and then, the best is to c.u.m...”
    He smiled at the various sentiments bouncing around the room, a loud, “Yes!” here and a “That’s the truth!” there...
    “When you focus only on your dick, that just isn’t enough. That is your ticket to the concert, but you miss the magic of the show if that is your only focus. Looking down at your dick, paying attention to only your own pleasure instead of looking at her, missing the whole damn fucking performance! When you have a soul connection, and make love, your orgasm is ten times better. All the other times you came were nothing compared to this! That shit literally takes your damn breath away, and you can’t stop. You want nothing more than to please her, because that makes your orgasm even better. Once you orgasm with a soulmate, your brain sends signals to the rest of your body that something phenomenal is going on. This causes convulsions and you feel like the fuckin’ fourth of July all in your nerve endings, up and down your spine. Your chakras are damn near screaming and your whole body goes stiff for a few seconds like you are fucking planking! It’s the only damn time I am rendered speechless but y’all don’t hear me though!”
    Many men in the front row jum ped to their feet and applauded as he swiped his sweat away from his brow with a folded white cloth.
    “I’ve said this before, but it bears repeating: make love to that woman’s mind, and you have her. Travel her heart, make her emotions well up like an ocean inside of her, and that pussy will get wet right quick and in a mothafuckin’ hurry!” He snapped his fingers. “You don’t even have to touch her, your words and your sincerity will get her ready for you, preheating the oven well in advance. A woman’s orgasm is tied into her mind!” He tapped the side of his head, bringing the point emphasis. “If she loves you, even if she is mad at you, she can still have an orgasm during sex with you. If you’ve invested enough time rewiring her properly, she will continuously come back to you for more. That is how you want your mate to be. You want it to be where she is calling you, saying some freaky shit, getting you all worked up!”
    Sporadic laughing flowed through the frequencies.
    “ Sometimes, you are beat to the punch with a salacious text. You were getting ready, you know, had your phone out.” Saint pretended to text message in the air, causing louder laughter as he leaned to the side in a swagger stance.
    “And you are thinking yeah,” he grinned widely, “that pussy is gonna be mine tonight!”
    The raucous laughter practically masked his comedic performance.
    “I’m going to send her some shit like…” He sniffed coolly and wiped the tip of his nose. “Like, hey baby, tonight when I get home, I’m going to knock that pussy