There are certain circles on the internet who relish in using Michael Jackson as their personal sex toy. Myself, I think it's kinda creepy, not because he is gone, but because of how he would've felt about the graphic details that some women are going into online.
I am a romantic to the core. And I readily admit that I was totally in love with Michael Jackson ever since Rock With You. But my love remained pure - plus my mother didn't explain sex to me, so I had to rely on soap opera sex to fill in some holes and eventually, the Adam and Eve catalogs that practically came through my college dormitory walls. Even then, I couldn't bear using MJ in that way. Even while trolling through You Tube and finding tribute videos centering on the gold pants he rocked during the HIStory tour, I couldn't go there, although seeing him move around in those gold pants looked all kinds of right. Anyway, while looking at old clips of him in concert can be stimulating, there is something about MJ in the short film "Ghosts".
The super white T-shirt... check.
The somewhat baggy pants that accentuated his long lean legs and pert dancer's butt... check.
The spats... check.
The flowing hair... check.
The beautiful dark brown eyes... check.
And most importantly, that phenomenal mouth of his. For me, MJ had the sexiest mouth in rock and roll. Fcuk Elvis, Mick Jaggar, Stephen Tyler, and Dave Grohl. Watching MJ sing, or talk, or emote, or scream, or whatever his dear heart wanted his mouth to do. I'm telling ya... that mouth does more for me than seeing bare naked male junk.
Here's a piece of Ghosts featuring the song 2Bad. His mouth, along with his dancing, and dude was pushing 40...
Oh...
my...
lady parts!!!!
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