Somehow, someway, I feel lost in a sea of ugliness.
My curves are soft and voluptuous.
An hourglass waiting to be had.
My breasts are full and milky soft mounds,
Waiting to be devoured.
What does a woman have to do to be wanted?
When he would tip your chin,
look into your eyes,
and engulf your pouty lips.
While you lie, waiting for his move.
To kiss your back,
Caress your curves,
And whisper in your ear.
Or as I stand looking over the beautiful blue sea,
Waves crashing
Wind blowing through my hair
Gently against my firm smooth shoulders.
Waiting for him to wrap his arms around me,
and rest his cheek in the curve of my neck,
and kiss me.
Maybe I read too many trash novels.
Watch too many romance flicks.
But somehow some way,
I don't think its too much to ask!