Posted: 2017-11-08 05:54:59
You meet a girl.
You lust after her.
You go it. Get closer. Raise heart to rates. The sexin is magnetic. You get more and more and still it doesn't feel enough. You keep going back for more. Eventually it becomes a thing you both do. All is well until you start seeing little faults, little things to be fixed, altered, made better. Soon boundries are crossed, you smothering her, asking her to change her skin, like it's a dress or a bra.
'You love the bird observing it's beautiful flight, you cage the bird to keep it close, but fail to see that caging it is stealing it's beauty of flight that made you fall in love with it in the first place'