The love of a dignified woman

I am drowning in the pool of want 
My love, should you pull me out and coax me in your arms 

Let me satiate your arousal, 

Let me be on my knees and worship you, my king 

I am a woman with dignity and hence untethered love for you 

Should I feel weak for wanting you to glaze me with your essence and let me shine your grace and glory on my skin 

Many would think I am a freak but the truth to that is knowns by you my love, I am an untamed rider, I will ride you dry until the hinges of my hips feel like they will disjoint from each other. 

Sometimes I wonder if I was made of rubber, how could you possibly fill yourself into my mouth and let me drink up your essence while deep in my throat. 

I am a woman well aware of what I want and who I am, my face is a shade of cuteness, my brains are opulent; filled with all kinds of beauty and nastiness. Tonight baby, I will show you what nasty looks like and tomorrow I will be your cuteness 

Tonight burry yourself st every orifice of my body and then say it… 

tell me… 

tell me I am the only one. 

The only one that you love, if not I will not let you release your essence inside me because I am a woman who knows what she wants and who she is… and I will not be played and disrespected 

Everytime ❤️

Everytime I look into your eyes, I feel like you handpicked me to suit your darkest insight, but you never really knew what I was like, you only witnesses a facade of what it’s like to love a woman like me. 

Everytime I am inside your arms, I feel like you handpicked me out of a million, only you didn’t know who I was like, I thought you will leave cause I tempted to leave, not because I hadn’t loved you yet, but because it didn’t feel right, because you only witness the smile I wear in day, and the lustrous mask I wear at night but then you reminded me, it wasn’t a facade it really was me.

Everytime I dance with you in the dark, I want you to be harder cause I am not so soft, Everytime you try to be kind I tell you I want you to be hard because I know love isn’t supposed to be easy, that’s why I don’t want you to be easy. 

Everytime I look into your eyes, I feel like you handpicked me effortlessly because I am transparent, you know I was the girl that suit your life, I love the sex you like and the fetish you love, I hate all the things that you hate, I laugh at same joke as you laugh to, I never cry because you hate to see me cry. 

Everytime I kiss you I feel like I will explode into a million diamonds because you make me shine brighter than the diamonds. 

Everytime you sleep I want you to know, you are my love and I belong to you. 


It’s a savage world 

I am single 

But my heart belongs to someone who can never be mine 

I am on my own 

Hence my mind rotates in circles 

I feel a certain drowsiness since I decided to let go and let God 

But I want you, 

I want something new 

Because you are all that is in my mind 

Promoting your image, an illusion of the best life 

And I buy into it 


I am single 

I walk on the streets 

Hand in hand with your phantom 

I am cursed with the eyes that are the only that can see you 

 because I belong to you 

And you belong to someone else

It’s a savage world. 

It’s sad I live in it 

And you don’t live in it 

I am not loving it 

So that’s why I tempt to leave it 

But nothing is as impossible as that 

Letting go, of you, and letting God. 

Discussion: two women? 

Here is a scenario. 

You recently met a girl and you are actually in a relationship. Let’s say her name is Melisa. So one day your girlfriends finds out that you have been seeing Mel and she doesn’t say anything and you don’t know that she knows about Mel. Then one day you are from work, or something, exhausted and all you need is your gf besides you, watching tv and just chilling basically. Then you go into your bedroom and find Mel and your girlfriend having sex. 

This is a real scenario, don’t think of it from a really sexual mindset, this is your wife and your sidechick having sex. 

What would you do? 

A bird seeking freedom 

Sing a song with me 

Let us lie in the pool of our tears 

Your visible unhappiness, my fear 

My grip so tight on your arm, you sear 

Burn and scotch, I become so near 

To you, my handsome deer 

If you walk away, a car will hit ya

I am not useless 

I am just not useful 

Holding onto you has become less gleeful 

Reminiscing the days, they were beautiful 

No matter the hole inside, I am still insightful 


I know you are a bird in need of it’s freedom 

I was taught love is patient, it’s wisdom 

I was never taught to let a king flee its kingdom 

I can’t let you go because you told me I was your queendom. 

I love you because I do love you 

I used to believe you love me but really I have become your flu 

I should be the medicine to your health but I am just the glue 

Sticking you to the floor, next to me, for that’s the cue

To the next song that my heart beat makes to give you a clue 

That your freedom is the death of me because it’s true 

Being in my arms should never feel like imprisonment 

My love for you surpasses the imagination of commitment 

It’s an obsession, due to the incapability to bear my resentment 

That I am weak and you are like my project of development

Until you find means to extricate yourself from me, shall you try to at least smile at my endearment 

I wish you would be here for me like I am been for you 

Be here when we make love like I am to please you 

At least last longer, you know I am ravenous bull 

At least bring me roses because you know red makes me beautiful

What made you stop loving me? 

I love you because through you I love me 

But you are a bird in need of its freedom 

I don’t know how to let go 

Because my love for you is seldom 

Until I learn to let you fly my hopeless bird, 

I will be yours and yours forever. 

So Sing a song with me 

Let us lie in the pool if our tears 

And within a few seconds I will let you fly 

Fly away my love and please do take my heart with you 

As you vacated it and your safest home. 

Choosing life

You are a barrier between life and life 

I don’t know what to choose cause you are still life 

But it’s different kinds of life 

I want that life as much as I want this life 

But i don’t know which one is good for me. 

Would you elucidate please

Show me the life you provide 


I fell into your arms

You received me in an golden envelope 

Never opened me because I had already glistened you

You allowed me in 

The star that shines up on the sky 

I tapped into your flaws 

You dimmed

Unleashed a different shade of beauty 

Dark and secret 

My breath hollowed 

 I knew I was doomed

But I was actually really doomed 

The best thing was as incessant as you were 

Ready to reap myself out of the golden envelope

My golden glow flickered 

One two three 

Then dim and dark

 I was doomed 

Doomed Because I knew I had finally found my other imperfectly perfect half. 

Love is possible.

Today was pretty much no different to any day, I just had to deal with the financial crisis and fixing my uni applications and all trying to revise for exams. Also my acne treatment has the side effects of mood swings and tiredness, all kinds of shit really and it makes me miserable but I am an optimist. I try to look on the positive side but today I wasn’t. The treatment was kind of overwhelming besides, I have put on so much weight I can’t even look at my own reflection on the mirror (probably the treatment talking)  and I am stressing out and today I was ready and kicking to go back to gym then I forgot my bus pass and it all went down shit basically. 

So it’s been pretty shite if I am being honest. But one thing I noticed, I am the kind of a person who reads the future from almost anything. Some of it has actually worked for instance, when I went to London for an audition, all the way to the train station every traffic light went red, in my mind I had the incessant feeling that it wasn’t going to go well. Then while in the train, somebody became sick, to me it illustrates that my journey won’t be good and guess what, it didn’t go well. I am using this example cause I feel like you will understand it more. 

So since my day was basically a perfect definition of a shit day, in a shit mood and shit clothes (fashion means a lot to me) I have seen two different kinds of love. In a way, it’s a promise that I will find what I am looking for. Love, life, happiness and traveling. 

One lesson is, love isn’t about the looks. It has always occurred to me that I will not find a person who will love me because of my looks. I am a plus girl battling with weight issues despite my confidence and at times I think no one will love me. Very little times though.

Today after college I was in the bus and I saw two teenagers, they are probably younger than me (I will be twenty in two weeks 💥) they were standing in each ither’s arms. (I am a bit of a flaneur)  They were obviously in their own world, they were talking and kissing each other. In all, nothing was perfect about these kids, the guy had the long hair, the girl was in all black almost like the metal rock band singers but what was perfect was the way I felt their sense of love and affection. It was beautiful but it passed my mind because I had a lot in my mind. 

Then in town I saw another pair of lovers yet again. This one actually made me smile in public (so rare for me to smile in public. I have a straight don’t fuck with me face). Something blissful swelled in my heart. They were both putrid, in dirty tracksuits and the ripped and dirty hair – showing they live scarcely and perhaps sleep under the bridges. They were arguing, shouting all kinds of expletives at each other. I turned down the volume of my music and heard them say some deep shit at each other. Cursing super strong I was almost shocked. Then the man cursed and walked the other way and the woman also murmured profanities while walking away. It reminded me of the times my mom and the wife beater she was married to, they fought like this Everytime but even if they argued, I never sensed love like it did between these two. And they didn’t prove my speculation or sense of love wrong. The man hastily walked back to her and yanked her hand in almost a very forceful manner, when she argued with him he caught her words with his lips onto hers. It wasn’t just a quick kiss. They kissed in the middle of the road, no care that the car would come and hit them, no care that the sun is scorching today, no care that people are probably judging them, all they cared about in that moment was each other. 
I bet people thought I was insane as I watched them with a big toothy smile. It was a super sensational sight. So beautiful I can’t wipe it away. These people have nothing. Nothing. Their clothes look like they are all they have, dusty and all kinds of dirty. But their love… I just… I am lost for words. I can’t describe it because maybe you would understand it if you watched them with me. From the way they cursed at each other you would imagine them walking away from each other and never looking back but damn, that kind of free love, no cost, no care for anything but each other is the kind of love I love. It was obvious they were all they had and really, I could fan-girl about their love through out all day. 

I love love. I love the sight of love and seeing such examples of love makes me… I don’t know… crave it a little more? Believe that love is actually possible and I am not just crazy? That maybe I am not naive? I just don’t know but like a person who reads from what happens around her, I feel like not so long I will have what I want. It’s possible. Love is possible. No matter what the circumstances are. Love is possible and at no cost. No money or wealth or perfect body or perfect face or perfect financial life or perfect anything, love is possible. Love will come to me and damn I will be happy. 


My head hitting against the wall 

My eyes rolling back 

My toes curling 

My mind spiralling in ecstasy 
We are boundless. 


As you drive into me

Drill into into me

Invigorated and unhinged 

Crazy and high on us 

Floating in boundless love. 


Flip me over and spank me 

I have been a bad girl, please

Your hand on my skin feels like fireworks

The way it burns my skin, I am fucking crazy 

High on our boundless ardour


Then you ram yourself in 

Right deep inside

Make me call your name out loud

Grab onto the sheets 

As you hold onto me tight 

Sheathe it between my tight walls 

Drown into our boundless fucking


Then I tear apart

Exploding into multiple particles 

With your miraculous hands you will bring me back 

And untie the rope on my ankles 

Hold me tight and I tremble 

The tightness of our boundless adulation

Why do women cheat? 

I chose to write this article based on women because I have read over a million about men who cheat and mostly, men cheat because they just don’t wanna settle yet or they are just dickheads. Bare in mind, there are some men who are very loving and they are therefore almost incapable of cheating. That said, women too cheat. In my life I know women who cheat more than men who cheat. Why? 

1. They just can’t settle 

Not every woman is capable of settling with one man. Some want more different men. It’s either as a man you give them less than what they want or you have become something they didn’t think you were and they will go search for it. 

2.You don’t make her feel wanted

Women love feeling wanted. They love knowing that you crave them and that you think about them constantly. If they try to at least push themselves to you and you are lackadaisical or you don’t show enough hunger and want for her, she will go to the man/woman outside that is giving her that kind of attention. 

3. Communication

This is a vital part of any kind of relationship in the world. Some men just can’t talk, they don’t know how to listen to their partner or talk their feelings out. They just don’t know how and the issue there is they don’t try to know how or to at least communicate. This leads to a woman meeting someone who likes talking and falling in love with that person because words are simply amazing. 

4. Bad sex

A woman might love you more than anything but she won’t dedicate her entire life to bad sex. I am sure men wouldn’t too. Sex is important in a relationship. Women as much as men also like it interesting. Try new things and more. Make it good. Know where to improve and don’t feel bruised up when she tells you that you weren’t that good. If you love her, ask her how she wants it and give it to her. Otherwise, she will go and look for someone who goes down dirty. 

5. Dick size issue? 

I know most people think this is the reason. This is debatable due to women being different. And yeah maybe you are already thinking it will be about the dick being small, well you could have a third leg and a woman being unhappy with it. Why? She could be extremely tight and maybe that man’s stimulating skills are quite low so he won’t know how to stimulate her so that she is drenching wet and then use other objects to get her used to his girth and length. Second, yeah it could be too small and also the guy would be probably small on some knowledges which is why I always advise people to read erotica. You could have a small dick but a good mouth, some dexterous fingers and an inquisitive adventurous mindset and a woman would stay. It’s about how you make her enjoy sex, how you use that dick of yours that matters. If you lack other skills and have dick issues, she will go and search for a skilled man and trust me, you don’t want that.
6. Nothing is ever enough for her

There are some women that you could lift the world and give it to them and it would be not enough. So don’t blame yourself when she cheats. Nothing is enough for her. 

7. You cheated too 

Which would only mean you have problems! And she will want to revenge and go bang another man. 

8. You are not romantic 

I am sucker for romance. I love all romantic things, novels and chocolates. It doesn’t have to be an occasion, fret work stop by the shops and get her some of her fav magazine and chocolates. Send her a text reminding her how much you love her. Be romantic, give her a body massage, run her a warm bath, sweet surprises and all. It doesn’t have to cost too much £5 could be enough. Try to put a smile on her face, make her heart beat a bit faster. 

9. Pride and feminism 

Yes this is the issue. Women have an ego too. A huge pride and trust me pride and love are hard to mingle. These days women believe both men and women are equal, some take it to the extreme some keep it nuetral. At the same time you also have your pride, so when there is two alphas in one room there is a war. Sometimes, a man is threatened by feminism or is against it or something else, these issues could break you apart and she could leave or cheat and find someone who won’t bruise her little ego or pride. So know your woman? Is she driven by ego and pride or love and understanding? Is she an extreme feminist or one that is normal? 

These are reasons I can think of. If you have some just comment below and thank you for reading.