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Trading Places

Have you ever wondered how it would feel to trade places with the opposite sex?

I love being a woman. The feelings we experience are not explainable. Our emotions are confusing at times. How we express ourselves can be both direct and indirect. Some men don’t know how to understand us. All of the emotions and stresses we encounter in a day are sometimes a bit overwhelming. We get jealous over little things, but…those are the biggest things. For example, sitting next to your man in the movies, a pretty woman appears in a tight dress with figure looking nice, and hearing ummm when she turns sideways. To some its disrespectful. Some women don’t care, but if a man knows his woman well enough, then he knows.

If I could trade off for a day and be a man, my man I would and I would love it. Maybe I say this because this is what I want. But I mean to act it out….to be a beast and a gentleman, to do things for my woman and show how much I appreciate her. Women like to feel appreciated. Making a woman feel like she’s the best, irreplaceable, loved, adored, and thankful to have her, the reward in that, being treated like a King. What man wouldn’t want to come home and feel like he is King? Make love to her like nobody could take her place. Taste and touch every inch of her body. I would make sure¬† she knows how much I’m in love with her.¬† If I were a man, I would. Times we live in now, some relationships are so broken and secretive which in some cases results in separation or infidelity.

I just wish I could trade places with a man just to see how it feels to be treated by someone who loves you. Or maybe even be a man to let his woman know, he really doesn’t care. When someone IMPORTANT says “I really don’t care”, it sticks. That’s male or female.

I wish for one day I could trade places…. Lucky for men, I can’t.

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04/20/2012 Posted by | Sharing My Thoughts | , , , , , , , , , , , | 1 Comment

Thin line between love and hate

It was the last straw
It had to be drawn
You now have my collection
Left me moving in one direction
Thanksgiving, Christmas, New Year
Celebrated all without you here
Last seed bloomed, probably alone
My fault cause of all I’ve condoned
No one to blame but me
Love had me blind and couldn’t see
We all want security
But want it with dignity
You can’t want what YOU can’t give
Stability, love, or just a place to live
Lessons learned from my past
Search was the same, a love to last .
Wish a dream, dream a wish
Make it happen and be selfish
Stop giving when nothing is given
The line between love/hate is thin.

01/02/2012 Posted by | Poetry, Sharing My Thoughts | , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

   

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