There are certain things about a woman that pull me in. The affection I get from her, her ability to please my mental and my physical without direction. Her ability to match the passion behind my kiss equally without struggle. The softness of her touch and the tenderness of her lips. And the conversation... yes. Women, most of them anyway, in my opinion, always seem to know exactly where you're coming from. No two women are alike in any way.
Then there are things I can get from a man that I can't get from a woman. A man's physical strength is, mhmmm, something that I crave at times. The strong hands that grip my back, the extra force behind his stroke in the heat of the moment. Some men have said some of the most intelligent things to me that have made me weak at the knees but, I always seem to want more.
I don't know, I just like what I like and I want what I want. For me being curious is satisfying to my "sweet tooth." It's like having the best of both worlds. I love her affection but I love his strength. I love her body, and hot damn I love his. Too many similarities and too many differences.
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