I’m not a shady lady.
I wonder if you know?
Do you read my words
and take them for truth?
I should explain if you do:
I use fantasy and hyperbole
and hopelessly inappropriate
metaphors and imagery
to be more than I can be!
I think it’s most erotic to
picture things I can’t do and
write how I’d make them true.
Then, I give an erotic scene to you.
When I get erotic with someone
the turn-on’s more than physical.
It’s the romance of watching
another’s actions unravel personality
and feeling smitten in conversation
that really heightens my inner sexuality.
But, I’ve never had reality equal fantasy,
not even when my fantasy is in my reality.
I guess that’s the problem for me…
Maybe that makes sense to somebody.
(During lonely days, I often contemplate
what life would be like with working legs?
Would romance be more attainable
if maybe I were more “normal”?
Honestly, I don’t think so.)
I just need my readers to know
I love writing erotic stories, but
I’m not an internet whore!
Just a confused woman wanting more.
I’m not a fantasy in reality,
no romance behind my home’s door.
Obviously, I have a secret love for JJ Grey;)