Monday, October 1, 2012
a mans touch
I want a real man to touch me, caress my body into their own imagined way. I want to be worshiped as a queen. I just want good conversational, company, and attention. I am steering away from the man I loved, and married. I now know I meant nothing to him. I feel empty inside. No one will love me as much I love them. Which is a sad and pathetic fact of me. At times I wish someone would read these thoughts and tell me something. I wished fortune-tellers were true to reassure me that everything sill be good and I will find that man. :(
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