What you know bout being a woman who wants to love, care and be a person, sexually prone to throw you a bone and make it worth it. What you know bout connections grown into types of moans, stutters and curses. What you know bout the baggage it holds to do your thing and be labeled as worthless because you want to fuck too and now the act is debased as its overly phrased. Making love, not waste. That kind of girl, the overly enslaved in sexual ways or shall I say embraced in humanity’s pace of slow down and relay appreciation, our animal ways. Step back when relationships stray, collect minds from clutter so we can raise heads and glasses, still maintain glances. Its cool that we chanced it. Romance does not have to be plastic & sex is not always romantic.