There’s a coldness in her eyes, a walk that won’t sway, a melancholy sigh in her step.
She’s a woman of complicated wanting. She’s a woman of the simplest of ways.
She’s been to the ocean and desert; she’s traveled her heart, his, and her time. .
She’s comparing the beds of the others, beds of silk, beds of rest, best of the best.
She’s left all her inhibitions in writing, expecting a challenger to cum out of the fray.
She’s not a woman of answers, she’s excited to answer the call, she seeks what the wild abandon has left wanton and empty for all. She gives far more than expected, she’s sacrificed, sweaty thigh-quaking, to find- no to hold- the holy grail of love making truth.
She’s a mere novice, a tolerant giver. She’s willing to reveal all to You.
#for Reticent Mental Property