Husk Woven Glowstick Seagull

I am not made of a doleful heart wrapped in boyish charm that you eye with remorseful regard. Rather my heart is like a glow stick love; snap it right down the middle and it will still light up your world.

I am not made of the fibre, the one that makes people whisper sweet lies in your ear, just to see that beautiful smile. I would rather love to see the sweat on you brow while you toil day in day out to be a better person than yesterday. You are welcome to break bread in my arms today for yesterday's labour.

I am not made of the soul that finds recluse in loneliness. It's always in flight searching for interesting things to do, lovely things to be created, sweet memories to be made. It is a chore to keep up with my soul, but I really wish your soul has wings to fly too. For dragging a barrel across the oceans is not a seagull's bearing.

Desiring and Deserving...

He was aware of the eyes that followed her, silently undressing her in broad daylight. Lusting at the curve of her hips and the fullness of her breasts.

She in turn was aware of how it tormented him. But even through the discomfort of being leched at, she smiled.
Leaning her head towards him she whispered,
"Let em look at what they cannot have,
And you have that which they can just look".
He too joined her in her smile.

She knew that the general crude disrespect shown by people around made him feel sick. But she knew it well in her heart that being oblivious to the world's perverted thoughts, she should be riding whose dick...

Desires of the undeserving shall never be fulfilled.

Forgetting and Loving...

She asked "What are you waiting for?".
"The day you have a husband and two kids and in time forget me", said he.
"What then?"
"Then?" he chuckled, "I will wait for the day that I grow old and wrinkly, clutching tight a weak bowel and wrestling partial amnesia; the day that I forget that you have a husband and two kids."