FoxyTati

Love is lusting   Love is trusting      Love is thrusting. Minus two   if you do- But know   that Sex is a vex;    A curse for the worse. A voice   without choice. Indeed,   to lope     and cope. Pulling the pieces    Through nephews and nieces. Making mingle   be single. Singular-   Like the word unheard. But those who speak   are weak. Just fuck  and with luck - The Sun  will shine      Devine. But those who care   will spare; Those who live   will give. But what is life   without Sex? A goddamn vex.

  Between her legs, lies something that every man seems to want.  A place where she should be able to call her own, between her legs.  She feels that men only want her, a true want, to have sex with her, and walk away.  The breasts she has, they gain stares from men passing by, tripping over themselves to find a chance to touch.  When will she stop being looked at, as an object of sex? when will a man see her as someone he may spend his life with?  Her hips curve, and she doesnt want your hands on them, if your just going to touch her skin.  She wants a man to touch her soul, not just touch her skin, and run his