Looking Up At The Stars
I often spend my nights looking at the stars wishing someone would understand me, instead of just wanting something from me.
As a woman…
Men want my attention.
Men want my affection.
Men want my breasts.
Men want my love.
I don’t want to be looked upon by what I can give or do for you. I only want someone to see my soul and to feel understood.
It is so, so rare for me to feel understood…
As a woman…
Men want my attention.
Men want my affection.
Men want my breasts.
Men want my love.
I don’t want to be looked upon by what I can give or do for you. I only want someone to see my soul and to feel understood.
It is so, so rare for me to feel understood…