For the “first” time…
I’m not sure how many times you’ve watched a woman look at your things for the first time. I’m sure you’ve watched a hundred heads toss hair to the side in order for you to see a glimpse of a figure dying for you to want her. How many times you’ve told yourself the lie, “I won’t hurt her. I just want to touch her right now.” I wonder how many times you thought SHE in all of her offerings of body, sex and soul - you downed her blessings by calling her insecure when it’s YOU that takes without asking yourself, “Have I taken something that isn’t mine?”
I just want to be close. I’m not sure what that means to me right now. I’m not sure if I’m safe near anyone or vice versa.
I miss you though. We’ll call you “Safe” for lack of a better name. I miss Safe.
