many sides to Rosey
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Just because I enjoy
Having full breasts in my hands
Caressing and stroking, nibbling and kissing
Instead of looking at a flat chest
Entangled with sweaty, matted hair
So undesirable, so revolting, so ugly
Just because I would rather lay my body over hers
Cupping a sweet, scented bottom, with passion
My eyes deep in hers, with love and promises
Instead of feeling the hardness
Of an ugly, wrinkly stick poking at me
As a disgusting lowly pair of hands grope me
Just because I enjoy caressing skin, so soft
Run my hands all over the curves and the lines,
All the secrets within the body of a woman
Instead of torturing myself unhappily
Being in solitary company of a man
Worrying what his next move will be
Just because I love to trace,
Kiss, taste and touch a warm, female face
And to run my fingers through her silky hair
Instead of standing stiffly and uncomfortable
With a Barbie-like smile on my face
As his rough beard brushes against my cheek
Just because society does not approve
Of me, as a woman, loving another woman,
Does not mean I had to suffer
Instead, I answer to the call of my heart,
Following it, with such joy and love,
As I live happily with my female lover
@ Rosey - all rights reserved
Having full breasts in my hands
Caressing and stroking, nibbling and kissing
Instead of looking at a flat chest
Entangled with sweaty, matted hair
So undesirable, so revolting, so ugly
Just because I would rather lay my body over hers
Cupping a sweet, scented bottom, with passion
My eyes deep in hers, with love and promises
Instead of feeling the hardness
Of an ugly, wrinkly stick poking at me
As a disgusting lowly pair of hands grope me
Just because I enjoy caressing skin, so soft
Run my hands all over the curves and the lines,
All the secrets within the body of a woman
Instead of torturing myself unhappily
Being in solitary company of a man
Worrying what his next move will be
Just because I love to trace,
Kiss, taste and touch a warm, female face
And to run my fingers through her silky hair
Instead of standing stiffly and uncomfortable
With a Barbie-like smile on my face
As his rough beard brushes against my cheek
Just because society does not approve
Of me, as a woman, loving another woman,
Does not mean I had to suffer
Instead, I answer to the call of my heart,
Following it, with such joy and love,
As I live happily with my female lover
@ Rosey - all rights reserved