His Perspective
By Tabitha Dial
Her eyes screamed: “SEX!!! SEX!!! I NEED SEX!!!!” She glanced toward me, pressing her open lips to her water bottle, thinking of my naked body pressing against hers. The water dribbled on her round little chin. “SEX!! SEX!!! TAKE ME!!! I NEED SEX!!!” But she didn’t say it.
I grabbed her wrist, ready to fulfill her physical wants. Before I could lick up the water still clinging to her sweet round chin, her other hand struck me across my face.
Women. I’ll never understand them.
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