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It's been a while since I've wanted to write. There are so many things that causes me to lose my words, and even worse, feel as though I'm losing myself. Is there anything of importance that I could say? Would want to say? Why like my words when you have none of your own, as I cannot provide anything for you. I won't deny it to myself or you.



No, I haven't felt the pleasures of a woman although my lips may suggest otherwise. They quirk with just the slightest invitation, but watch the eyes. I don't want your hands to try to stroke a fire in this hearth. I have no need for you, I am a solitary person. I am a tree and one day, when I deem it necessary, I will uproot and lay down and be as a woman.



Until then, don't ask about the structure of my thighs, and wonder how they will fell wrapped against your hip. Don't ask how long my hair is to imagine how it may rest against your bed, along the inside of your arms. Don't ask if you could suckle my breasts like a child, for they aren't for you. No part of me shall be yours.



I have nothing to give.

I'm just not the loving kind.