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Anything Goes
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Lesbian Female / 43
I Am Destined To Marry A Man, And Be The Woman He Thinks I Am
The issue for me is that my boss is in love with me. I was at a very low point in my life and he dragged me back to reality and rebuilt me, in the image of the woman he wants. I talk to him about children. I talk to him about my female plumbing. I talk to him about my dream home.
He sees me as his someone special. His true life sweet pea. I can't give you a number times that I have been kissed or hugged. When he does, he says to me that nothing feels better than holding his woman in his arms.
It was in a parking garage, standing at the door of my car, that he told me that I was his, that day and every day. He wanted me to hold his hand across time and the stars. He told me that he wanted me right then, he wanted me to be there when he woke up, to be there when he had his morning coffee. He put a ring on my finger, I haven't taken off.
I am not worthy of him. I am not the woman he thinks I am. How can I walk beside him, knowing who I am. It's a lie this woman he sees, this woman may not be there tomorrow, or another tomorrow. This woman is not a woman that would ever thought she would walk beside a man. Hints don't sink in, presenting a very close friend to him didn't make a dent. He is blind to who and what I really am. Women like me have lots of emotional turmoil, and we get depressed and fall apart. He deserves a real woman. A woman who wants to be a woman with a man.
He is set on eloping with me, a quick trip to Las Vegas and getting married at the wedding chapel there. I can sneak a close friend in, and his brother will come. It's set for the following weekend after this one coming up. The only person I would want there with me is the woman that asked me to marry her.
It's too late now, to play a different part. I will be there when he has his coffee and there when he calls me to bed. Don't ask me to explain what I can't grasp myself. He found me and he pulled me back to reality and rebuilt me to be the woman he wants beside him at a chapel in Las Vegas.
He sees me as his someone special. His true life sweet pea. I can't give you a number times that I have been kissed or hugged. When he does, he says to me that nothing feels better than holding his woman in his arms.
It was in a parking garage, standing at the door of my car, that he told me that I was his, that day and every day. He wanted me to hold his hand across time and the stars. He told me that he wanted me right then, he wanted me to be there when he woke up, to be there when he had his morning coffee. He put a ring on my finger, I haven't taken off.
I am not worthy of him. I am not the woman he thinks I am. How can I walk beside him, knowing who I am. It's a lie this woman he sees, this woman may not be there tomorrow, or another tomorrow. This woman is not a woman that would ever thought she would walk beside a man. Hints don't sink in, presenting a very close friend to him didn't make a dent. He is blind to who and what I really am. Women like me have lots of emotional turmoil, and we get depressed and fall apart. He deserves a real woman. A woman who wants to be a woman with a man.
He is set on eloping with me, a quick trip to Las Vegas and getting married at the wedding chapel there. I can sneak a close friend in, and his brother will come. It's set for the following weekend after this one coming up. The only person I would want there with me is the woman that asked me to marry her.
It's too late now, to play a different part. I will be there when he has his coffee and there when he calls me to bed. Don't ask me to explain what I can't grasp myself. He found me and he pulled me back to reality and rebuilt me to be the woman he wants beside him at a chapel in Las Vegas.
