My body feels like it doesn’t belong to be. Reconcile me to my body. Put me back together.
I can be complicated, but not too complicated. Otherwise you won’t like me. I’ll bet philosophical women are complicated. Actually, I’m boringly simple. I’m straightforward. I’m a straightforward lover.
I suppose good old-fashioned pleasure is out. It has to be mixed up with hatred, for you. Love and hatred, right? To be appropriately philosophical. And interesting. And sophisticated.
We’re ridiculous …. animals. Aren’t we? And I am the queen of sluts.
Work in Progress 