I Am A Lady

First and foremost, I am a lady, but I am so much more. I am capable of great insight and quiet wisdom, undying devotion and love. I am willing to give more than receive as long as it doesn’t become habit and you take and take and never offer anything in return. I am a lady. I am more than a receptacle, a body to be viewed and screwed at your leisure with no thought to what goes on above my neck. I’ll not be your window dressing, nor the bobble-headed doll who nods in agreement with everything you say and do. I am a lady. I’ve heard it said that to kiss a man when he wants to be kissed is like scratching a place that doesn’t itch, but I can guarantee you that I’ll always have an itch … and not just for kisses, but only if I am loved and the love is shared with respect, kindness, honesty and faithfulness. Rest assured, it will all be returned to you ten-fold, because you see, once the bedroom door closes and the passion rages in my blood, I don’t have to be a lady any more.