Derived from its inappropriate title is a story about a girl. This was not just any particular girl but the kind of wunderkind that knocks your socks off and blows your mind. She is practically perfect in every way possible give or take a few minor flaws. Thus our subject is fed up. Open hearted she is perpetually in search of someone to fill her up. She is beauty and brains, sex appeal and wanton. What she lacks however is the limited tolerance towards men and the games they play. Its as if every precursor to a date is bliss and then once things get to their realistic peak she reaches it with all her might to only slide back down the slippery slope of the meeting left with an empty mailbox and a future of false hope towards the next endeavor. She seeks the perpetual wisdom of her closest confidants for support and that which they offer is never going to change her ways. See its not her whatsoever that is the issue of the matter rather the selection process of which she proceeds that is lackluster and gaping with disappointment. Her desired medium is a bevy of superficiality whom would never fully appreciate the beauty of her painting. See for this girl there is more to her than just a heart beat. There is a pulse which is checked with utmost care in which she has her finger on. And while I offer this one countless amounts of advice it might be that she is checking the wrong vein. The vanity vein instead of the deeper arteries that determine the depth of one's empathy. If this beautiful creature could see herself as the explosion of beauty that she really is than perhaps she would see that the vacant selections of late are nothing more than thorns and weeds in her garden of roses she would understand that her blood and bloom are red with lusciousness. They are to be appreciated by the most discerning of tastes; vampires not included. Pit vipers excluded. Allow your heart to open young girl. Embrace the alternative appreciation in its grandeur without delusion. You are truly worth what it takes to fill you up and make you whole. In life and in the bedroom, guys always finish but with matters of the heart, you deserve to finish first.
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