It's a curse bein seen but not bein seen,

It's a curse bein seen but not bein seen,
If u get as much attention as i do from the opposite sex - you'll know what i mean.
They see my face and see my body,
But conversation ain't a priority.
Sex, sex, sex it's all they want,
"Can I come home wit you" - God wont they eva stop?
Y can't they all just leave me be?
Unless you want more then sex - don't bother talkin to me.

This was posted on Facebook by this girl I've met once or twice. She's is quite the Sylvia Plath!!

What does it take,
To find a guy thats not a flake,

That uses his mind,
Instead of staring at a girls behind,

Where did they all go?
The guys that aren't ho's?

They all act the same,
They're driving me INSANE!!!

OMG. That is amazing. Forget what I said about yr writing, it's this lady who obv has the true gift.

I miss the touch of a lovers embrace,
The catch of my breath when he touches my face,
Pullin me close, holdin me tight,
The sweet release when we made love all night...

My lips aching to be kissed,
My body aches to be touched,
Sweet love is what i miss,
Just once isn't enough...

In the place where amorous kisses dwell,
The softness of the bed on which fell,
The feel of your body pressed against mine,
Your hardness against my softness - ooh boy that feels fine...