With all honesty, I am far more than the cushion of sanctuary you think me to be. I offer no comfort, no warmth. No illusion or sense of belonging.
I am not a home for you to rest your worries on. I am not the remedy to your depravity.
I am not your woman. I will never be. I refuse to love and be loved by weak men who want to possess all of me.
You will always be hungry and I am not the kind who strives to satisfy. So find yourself another lady. One who was never wild.