Let's Pretend, Shall We
I both love and loathe men. I find the majority to be seriously lacking in intelligence and a waste of my valuable time. But I do love to be wrapped in the arms of a strong man so I make that my mission quite often. The problem is that I go through the rigors of charming the boy, get back to his place and right in the heat of passion this man disintegrates before my eyes.
It is no longer a meaningless, forgettable fling. Instead my mind plays tricks on me and it's Bobby's hands on my body. Bobby's eyes staring back at my own.
Every lover ends up being him. He saunters into my thoughts while awake, visits me in my sleep and touches me through the hands of another.
This man has such a grip on me- on my very soul.
It is no longer a meaningless, forgettable fling. Instead my mind plays tricks on me and it's Bobby's hands on my body. Bobby's eyes staring back at my own.
Every lover ends up being him. He saunters into my thoughts while awake, visits me in my sleep and touches me through the hands of another.
This man has such a grip on me- on my very soul.
posted by A Sparkling Little Girl | 9:39 PM
4 Comments:
What a body Bobby has too. no one can blame ya for feeling that way:)
As Paris Hilton would say "HE'S HOT"..
Honey sometimes we all feel that way! But we don't want to also kill him!
Exactly Normal Fan!
I understand the space you are coming from, having been played similar cards in a distaff fashion. I will keep reading as you speak your mind, your heart, your life, and maybe I can learn something, even by inference, from your words.
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