This morning I lay in bed reminiscing of my romantic history, filled with older partners. I felt plucked from a sea of dolls, being toyed with and doing as they pleased. All those partners chose me, I never chose them. Never a process of selection, ...

Never listen to the man who makes promises Never listen to the man who whispers sweet nothings

Maple sugar, sticky caress Sweet smelling splendor. Sweaty, undressed Sand in your hair, Sweat on my brow.

How dare I feel this towards you. When your eyes, pupils expanded, locked into mine. A smile across your face as I please you with the thoughts in my mind.