Let me tell you about my hypocrisy. I know it’s a hypocrisy but I have yet to find any kind of compromise within me, except to find the situation that fits me.
I want to own you. Not like an object or a pet, but in a way that is so all-consumingly dominating, that I never have to worry about you. And because of that, I’m able to relax.
I can be jealous of your past. I am the most amazing person you’ve ever dated. You’ve never met anyone like me. But smell another woman on you, and I start circling.
I demand complete freedom but I need to know where you are at all times. I can be the sweetest thing that ever cuddled up to you, a giant heart that wraps you up. But sometimes I have a really shitty attitude, but you can’t tell me because you’re just as scared of hurting me as being eaten by me, so you just let it blow over. You will never meet someone more influenced by invisible tides or more charmingly magnetic.
My favorite hobby. I get off on teasing people who can’t have me. I’m seductive when I want to be, and down right addictive if I get inside a man’s head. When I go out into the world and whip men into a frenzy, it’s foreplay. When I commit to you, that’s what I bring home, like a cat with a mouse. I create a storm of seduction while I’m away from you, using my charm and sometimes sheer aggression to electrify desire inside a man, never letting him touch, knowing that you’re the only one who can have me. And when I come home, I give it all to you. If you’re big enough to trust me to always come home, and be at home waiting with open arms, you’ll see where the loyalties of my passions lay.
Never let me catch you thinking about another woman.
I never said I was right or wrong. You just are what you are, and you accept it. There are hypocrisies and contradictions inside every human being. Just figure out what you need to make your life work.
My intensity is hard to resist. Accommodate my hypocrisy, be equally fierce and kind and gentle, take care of me…and I will be yours.