I said not again.
No more pleading wheedling smiling sweetly while seething writhing desperately screaming: ‘love me!’
No more flirting teasing squeezing caressing suggesting unveiling-my-breasts stroking-his-chest batting my eyelashes.
Not unless reciprocated.
A denial indicates desperate-enough-not-valued-enough-not-attractive-enough-too-slutty-enough…
these nymphomaniacal tendencies will be the death of me…or?
No more (slut) blaming shaming name calling.
No more at his beck-and-stalling.
No more self-worth tied to falling twisting together within the sheets or my heart.
Want me or don’t want me.
I will beg no more.
Love elephant and want to go steady?
Author: Sarah Martin
Editor: Renee Picard
Photo Credit: nauright at Flickr