I grew up in a house; I never considered it a home even though I was adored by the women who raised me. They use to call themselves sexual and wounded beauties. They were amazingly beautiful. They turned heads everywhere they went. Men loved to be near them. I watched these women fall in love. Then I would catch and comfort them after their hearts were broken. They would tell me how men were only words that faded after the sun came up after a passionate night.
I learned desire. I became a student of both ends of a relationship. Words were the glue that either binds or breaks more...
