#lothario
A woman remains an ocean of love till her pulchritude is not ****** by a Lothario.
@ SPRIHA KANT
Apr 3, 2021
Apr 3, 2021 at 9:23 AM UTC
The funny thing about you is
when you flirt
you don't really want me
all you want is a relationship
and my body
and *** that's not me
let me help you to see
Put yourself is this scenario
it's you and me and I tell you I have to go
but you can't except that I don't want you as my beau
because you've always been a lothario
Dec 17, 2017
Dec 17, 2017 at 8:01 PM UTC
Having him near and not touching
Was decidedly tough.
In the end I realized that loving him
Was just not enough.
He liked making love and exploring
The bodies we had
But not enough to fall in love with me
And that was sad.
I knew this heart-pounding affair was
Just for a few days.
And while I was falling very hard, he
Would son walk away.
He mumbled something one time
About being a free spirit
But in those moments I didn’t know
What to do with it.
It was not information I could take
And put someplace real.
It was a kind of romantic connection
That I could not feel.
It didn’t fit with the movies and books
And the fairy tales.
It didn’t end with a swell of music.
It ended with sad wails.
It made no sense at all to me then
How anyone could be
A totally involved ****** machine
And act so shallowly.
How can someone throw themselves
Into such wild action
And have it not mean more than just
Physical satisfaction?
He was the first, there were more.
This kind of guy shines,
And knows how to attract the fools
With attitudes like mine;
People who persuade themselves
To proceed blindly
When these one-night lotharios
Treat lovers unkindly.
Of course, it was not love, I know,
Not even for me.
It was just something called lust
That captivated me.
A gorgeous body and talented talk
Easily woos youth
With so much seduction I would not
Look hard for the truth.
Dec 6, 2015
Dec 6, 2015 at 4:06 AM UTC