**Warning: Adult language and content ahead.

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“There’s something about a woman who can look at you in the eye and tell you what’s real.” ~ Overly Exclusive

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This is for the men who look at me and don’t see me as a conquest they wish to win—but a woman who they respect.

Not enough is said about these men—those who don’t just pretend to listen to my words and value my presence, but who actually can look at me and see the woman I am.

I have had enough attention from those who only see the cover of my book yet have no real desire to actually read my beautifully torn and tattered pages.

Sometimes it seems that there are so many men who let their dicks lead their hearts, who believe that any woman who is attractive and well-dressed is just looking for a good fuck—but the truth is that those men are the very ones who have no idea what a woman is about.

The older I get, I realize the difference in being respected versus desired. My presence in this world has always been something that I’ve battled with, and in honesty, I have felt shame at my innate sexuality because I believed that it was a fault of mine instead of the gift that it is.

But—this is just who I am.

This was the body I was born into, the beautiful mind that I have cultivated—and while it’s the physical that is often first noticed, it’s my heart that is my greatest gift—so thank you to the men who looked beyond the soft cleavage and the long hair, beyond the smile and eyes to the soul that I possess.

I am comfortable in my skin, and I truly love the body that I have, but even though it’s an important part of who I am, it’s not my defining feature. I am not the woman I am because of what I look like—rather, it’s how I live that leaves the biggest impression.

My eyes—that sometimes seem to say more than my lips do—wouldn’t have the same affect without the soul that is behind them. And so, when a man takes the time to show it’s me that he truly sees and appreciates, then it makes me let him in my door just a little bit more.

As most women can, I know instantaneously if a man is only turned on by my long legs and the biting of my lower lip—or if it’s my mind that makes him almost climax in the tantalizing storms that my words create within his soul.

The thing is that I was never after a man who fell in love with me because of how I looked or how my body felt in his hands—but rather the man who fell in love with my mind.

It’s not that I don’t want to be desired, but I want to be valued too, because it takes a lot more than just a few words slung low in erotic foreplay to get me to drop my panties. A man who sees me knows this, and he knows exactly what roads to take in order to get the parts of me that are held under reserve.

So thank you to the men who have never minded wading through the depths of my words, so sweet in their intoxicating ripeness—thank you to those who’ve never minded hearing the truth, even if it stung a bit.

Any woman can have fleeting attention because of how she looks, but not all can have her presence remain strong because of her words and intellect long after she’s left the room.

Thank you for seeing that my value lays deep within my soul and that the only thing I wish to do each day is bring a little bit more joy to others—and perhaps just a little more love.

The thing is that it’s the man who truly sees a woman, who will also be the one to appreciate her the most when she is standing deliciously naked in front of him, ready to let him explore her body and learn all of her secrets she keeps hidden for only the most deserving.

The man who is quick to notice the rise of a woman’s breasts, and the curve of her ass, is the one who is coming to her for his own sexual pleasure—not the other way around.

It’s less to do with the particular woman he is with, than the act of getting himself off.

So thank you to the men who never rush to the finish line,, knowing that the only way to make love to a woman the right way is do it just a little at a time so that you leave us wanting a bit more, and bringing us to the brink just a little harder each time.

Thank you to the men who don’t have to be taught that it’s a woman’s mind that needs to be turned on the most—and that if you succeed in doing that, then there’s no question her heart will soon follow.

Perhaps true love is even more difficult for certain women to find, not because we aren’t deserving of it, but because it’s easy to not see clearly through the ill intentions of those who only wish to taste what we have to offer in this world.

So to the men who look at me in my eyes when I am talking—and not down at my full breasts—thank you. Thank you for showing me that I am worthy of attention that is separate from my physicality, and that what I say is more important than how I look when I am speaking.

Maybe in part I needed to see the shallow attention of those who only saw me for how I made them feel in order to realize that I want a man who doesn’t compliment my beauty, but instead compliments the kind of person I am.

Because I no longer crave the shallow attention of horny boys—I crave the respect of good men.

So thank you to all of those who continually treat me with respect because they already know that I am so much more than just a good fuck—I’m a good woman, and there isn’t any replacing a quality like that.

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Relephant:

Author: Kate Rose

Editor: Yoli Ramazzina

Photo: Pixabay