I. I lay wide open awaiting your embrace. Like the solitude of the ocean, I am still and ready. Float into me and make waves. Create ripples as you run your finger along the surface. As we ebb and flow in our shared time together, you must promise not to hurt me. Do not disturb my rhythm—don't desert me. On the off chance that you should fail, I offer you a single warning: feed me knives, and I will rust along the edges of your dreams. Prepare to be shipwrecked if you dare to destroy all that's ever been serene. If not, then carry on, and do not make entire seas out of simple streams.
II. It used to be endearing: her ability to play devil's advocate and remain objective. Not many girls her age, let alone women, could see both sides of every story. She walked a mile in every shoe until she was tired. Danced through gardens with reckless abandon, she was simultaneously as naked as the sun and as mysterious as the moon. We warned her but to no avail, she wouldn't listen. She's both the forest and the fire...she will destroy herself.
III. Your lips whisper secrets only mine can hear. Your touch speaks to me in sign language, but only on my skin. We are more than lovers, we are poets, writing ourselves along each other's thighs. You taste like culture, and sophistication; fine wine, and photographs. I wish you would remain here forever, entangled between these satin sheets with me. If only I could find some place precious enough to keep you.
IV. Her father was never around; always away on business in some major seaport or city. When he was away, she would sneak into his room, and try on all his ties. She deeply inhaled the scent of his aftershave, then rifled through his papers. As her mother's sobriety slipped away as the night progressed, she said silent prayers under the solid Italian oak desk in her daddy's office. Now that she is grown, she refuses to look back. She hit the ground running, chasing after the man she never had a chance to know. How sad is it that she measures her worth in currency and one-night stands? Even more sobering that hers is a story that is neither uncommon nor untrue. So, boys if you are listening, be the man that your daughters need you to. For a daughter is more precious than any business deal could ever be.
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