For the next few weeks,
we started seeing each other,
secretly.
I would come visit him,
with soup in hand,
while he was sick from the flu.
Somehow, I just had the feeling,
That he won't try anything funny on me,
Especially, when he was sick.
The idea of bringing soup in hand,
Is like bringing an offering to a beast.
I'm taking care of you,
Please don't eat me.
Then, I would disrobe and sleep in his bed,
Knowing, he won't try anything funny on me cause,
He's either too sick to perform properly,
Or is probably thinking he shouldn't be eating me,
The forbidden fruit.
Plus, if I really wanted him to eat me,
I would have shaved my pussy. Lol.
I'm just delighted that nothing happened,
It just makes it much more memorable and worth while.
On the other hand,
I have a funny feeling,
What his pea brain is thinking,
That I would feel some how "rejected",
by the absence of his advances.
Why would I feel that way?
Am I insecure about my body?
Do I worry about not being wanted,
physically, by a man?
Heck no!
Resistance and Discipline is so sexy.
The only prick,
that would think this way,
About a woman,
Is one that surrounds himself
With these type of girls.
Somehow, he's underestimated me,
Like all the insecure shank he's dated.
He thinks I'm offended by him for not eating me.
How sad is that?
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