I'm strong...

I'm strong.
It's just that I like to play docile.
It's the girl in me.
I want to come to your bed wearing pink lingerie and put you to sleep.
I won't sing lullabies.
I'll give you a blow job instead.
A friend of mine told me just the other day that he has never experienced a blow job.
I don't feel bad for him because I don't love him as much as I should.
Or maybe I do.
I'm just indifferent.

I don't want to be a poet.
Poets are pretentious people with greasy hair and hairy chest.
And they go for vacations.
They live in a make-believe world and make you believe in it.
You're the only one being cheated,really.

Beware,people!
Poetry is dangerous.
It flows in your blood and you can never get rid of it.
Spines crack and jaws hurt.

Crazy reality check,huh?
Don't feel bad.
We've all been there,done that.
Some stayed back,some didn't.

I don't want to sleep with you,soldier.
Your uniform stinks.
I'd pour you a drink and then watch you masturbate instead.
I won't give you the bed though.
You'll be on the floor-crying out
while I sleep peacefully.
Sounds don't bother me because I'm drunk.

 If that wasn't insane enough to make you leave the page,well,I love you too. So,here goes a picture for you! It was taken during one of my shopping trips. It was raining. So,I HAD TO wear skirts or shorts. This one has been lying unused for a month or so. So,decided to wear it. The blouse was a gift from my aunt and it's almost four-year old! And as far as the background is concerned,well,my love for my shoes is well-known. It's been a few months since I bought my last pair of shoes. So,thought they deserved a special treatment.

Skirt-New Market,blouse-Metro Plaza,kolhapuris-Shreeram Arcade,sling-Emami,watch-vintage