I wish I could be a man for you and give what you deserve. Just hold you and take care of you.
She continued to cut the vegetables as he wrapped his arms around her waist. Acting as if the words didn't phase her. Later that night in the solitude of her book she wrote what she could not say.
I wish you could be a man for me too because when you wrap your arms around me; it feels good, it feels right. For the1st brief second I want to give into the temptation; I want to lean into your hold and just close me eyes knowing that you can give me what I want. But, then I come back to reality and remember that it's you and that I am not what you want.