Brains gets in the way of passion. The man who did me in wasn’t known for brains. A man who made his living with his hands, who couldn’t hold a conversation. I learned the hard way, a man wants to f***, and if you’re his target, you’re in trouble. I didn’t shift right when I had the chance and he caught me. By the time it was over he had left his ‘seed’ in me.
My mother doesn’t understand, why a man like him owns me and does with me whatever he wants. Brains are one thing, but raw passion is another thing all together. And right now I want a man who does what he wants, when he wants, and leaves his ‘seed’ in me.
