If I were white, blond and blue eyed, with long legs, ample ******* and sharp cheekbones... Or If I were icy cold, with hardly any soul, and simply on a mission to use and discard all men... Or If I were a lot less chatty and far more witty, said all the right things and didn't laugh so loudly... Or If I were really good at water-polo, swimming, sailing or some sport, had mastered an art or multiple languages... Or If I were the kind to have casual *** and just move on like nothing ever happened other than casual ***... Or If I were more of a chase, played hard to get, and wasn't automatically responsive to all and any whimsical... Or If I were not Me...
Would you feel anything for me? Would you care? Would you?
This poem is the sole property of me and cannot be copied or used without permission. [Copyright G.H. Rodrigo 23/10/2011]