I'm not one of those girls who can be seduced by words.
I can read between the lines.
And I can call your bluff in a heartbeat.
I know the difference between talk and action.
I don't like being manipulated and toyed with.
I don't like guys who "spit game."
Because games are for children...
And you'd think that would make me smart...
And able to know what's real and what's not.
Sometimes it does...but more often than not, it doesn't.
Instead, I focus so much time trying to sift through lies and truth.
Trying to find sincerity amongst the doublespeak...
That I lose myself in every kiss and every touch.
And I start confusing lust for like.
And want for need.
And desperation for desire.
When he tells you that you're pretty...It's only when he's holding you.
And when he says that you're sexy...It's only when you make him sweat.
When he whispers that he wants you...It's only for tonight.
No one likes to share...
And in that moment, when your lips melt together...
All you want to know is that they're yours when you want them...
And you want them all the time.
It's not emotional, it's territorial.
It's animal and it's natural.
Hence why it's so hard to resist...
