You think you’ve seen me naked because I took my clothes off for you? Spreading my legs like a book of lust so that you could fulfill your deepest desires and now you think you’ve touched my soul.

I’ve awakened fires in men that they didn’t know existed. Depths of love they never thought they’d reach. I’ve watched men unravel beneath me and now you think you know me?

Tell them about my dreams and what breaks my heart. What I’m passionate about or what makes me cry? Tell them about my childhood and my deepest earth shattering fears. Better yet tell them one story about me that you’re not in.

You’ve seen my skin, and you’ve touched my body.

But.. you still know as much about me as a book you once found, but never got around to opening. Judge my cover and read my synopsis but don’t think you know my story.