All my life I dreamed of meeting one with immense inner passion , but not the kind that burns and hurts . Rather a man that looks beyond physical beauty and understand how a woman should be treated in all circumstances. Dear world , I can see right through his lusty eyes , when they locked with mines, and I had to ask myself. Is that the only thing he can offer me ? Sex don't pay bills , trust me I know how that feels. Perhaps He fails to see that sex is not what I seek , and yet my body yearns to feel his burning passion, but my heart dismisses his advances in a dirty fashion . I don't know , maybe I am familiar with such deadly action... The one that leaves you empty and with little satisfaction. My tears warm my eyes and blur my vision. His out beauty and inner motives inflame my decision . I gave him a subtle uninterested look , and continue to work on my psychology book . . By Leiby Acosta ~ another day in college city .
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