🌹🖤Men don't care about me as a person,
they read me,
but what I write,
they prefer the carnal part.
I don't blame them,
the surface is the most comfortable place to settle down,
it's getting to the bottom of things the challenging part,
the uncomfortable one,
the one that involves that monster called empathy.
The flesh is satisfied even with the eyes only while feeding a complicated soul becomes demanding,
very demanding.
There is a need to be attracted psychologically, almost as if it were an addiction.
I don't like the surface, it feels flat to the touch of my brain: I like to probe the depths of thought, I ask, I sneak in.
I love mind doors wherever they lead.
It exalts me to steal words,
especially the forbidden ones,
however I realize that speaking to someone like this involves a lethal symbiosis for me,
every single word becomes as seductive as a hand between my thighs.
I'm a strange woman with complicated mechanisms ...
and I don't think I'll ever find the key to this funny bolt of mine...
the funniest thing?
I don't want it to be found...
🖤💖💗💕💓💘💞💝
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