I can’t blame you for not seeing past this exterior that God has hand crafted. My full lips, my soft skin and my thick thighs make you go blind to the fact that I’m much more than that. My looks may lure you in but I’m more than what you see. If you get distracted by the outside me, you’ll never have a chance to meet the inner me.
What you don’t realize is God has made a master piece on top of a master piece.
Consequently, you being infatuated with my exterior makes me feel superior to you and your male ego, so don’t get mad when I make this a game and play with you like a toy.
Luring you in like my prey, but only using you as my bait for the bigger catch. I’m sorry but this was like a game to me, you see? you can’t blame me for you not being able to see past my full lips, my soft skin and my thick thighs, a distraction at its best.
My mind was always in control but your concern was only with what my body could do, an exquisite decoy,
you couldn’t see me for me, so who was really the toy?
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