Well.... its the truth

Flavorless: lacking in taste or flavor, dead, flat, unseasoned unsavored.
Colorless, spirtless, stale and humdrum these are the only words that come,
to mind when i look into your eyes. They are ever present when thinking about
you its time to tell you the truth. You dissipate like ash on the tounge leaving me
unfilled, vancant, and unstrung. "My sister says you can keep running hun. But there
will always be something missin" Damn she wasn't kiddin" Long story short you ain't
the one..
Im not trying to play tit for tat!? And all that! I just need a man that...
I can stand next to side by side with pride... fuck it!... truth? that I'm ABLE to ride!. I won't to be dominated, cuddled, spanked and over protected
by GODS man he directed...to be mine for all time... by a man that can pay the bill and a touch that gives me the chills. That sets my body to vibrate in
celebration of ecstasy that it just can't take. I need the tree.. deeply rooted unwavering and resistant.. not the fallen leaves that moves with the wind inconsistense.