He likes it when I'm naked, exposed. He likes it when I'm hurt. There is no need, anymore, for a cracked window for standing outside in the rain hiding behind trees using a night vision for motions; to catch me when I'm asleep, when I sneeze. when I'm loving another human being. Sitting on his lazy ass on his couch, checking day in/day out probably rubbing his failed masculine part twitching reality in his medieval mind using technology to get aroused by a woman's vulnerability, sensitivity, trust, talent, passion and emotions he will never experience. No need to leave the house these days, to stalk her. The most notorious creatures lurk behind nicknames, the streets are still unsafe among the virtual space, every day or night, right near or awfully far, ordinarily living, they appear to reside. Girls, my sisters, watch out! beware of the new millennium wolves. |