What do I do,
if all I wanna do is to hurl anything my hands can grasp, at him?
Comb, book, pillow, towel, my brassiere -
I'm yearning to hammer my fists into his broad, sculpted chest in what would be a feeble attempt to hurt him or even cause him to stumble backwards,
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I hate to be the one to break this to you…
What if I told you you’re the prey?
Women are usually two steps ahead when it comes to sex. There’s nothing you’re planning that she hasn’t already anticipated, unless she doesn’t feel you.
A girl comes over, you end up having sex, and somehow you think you planned it?
You’ve missed the plot. 😂
making out with someone and hearing them moan between kisses is unbearably attractive. But whining into their mouth and feeling them smile against your lips letting out the smallest laugh between kisses because they know exactly what they're doing to you might even be better.
Some women don’t flirt with people. They flirt with life. Extra twenty minutes at the café. Fresh flowers for no reason. Music while getting dressed. Taking the scenic way because the sky looks good. There’s a little romance happening between her and being alive.