Men are from mars … women are from Saturn (we like to have rings on it)… man vs. women… the age old war… can’t live with them, can’t suffice without them… Both part of the human race... yet, two diverse species separated by the unique thought process that each possess ….
Men vs. women… we think different… we walk different… we talk different… yet, we are made for each other… Eve created for Adam… two creatures that have been fashioned to fulfill the third tier of Maslow’s hierarchy of needs… love… than why, I often wonder, does MY love never seem to accomplish its purpose… am I that horrible of a woman that I cannot achieve the most basic, and primary, function that I have been put on this earth for?... Is it me?... It could be… or…. Farfetched thought here… it could be you… let’s look at your requirements… humor me… listen to yourself for a moment…
Baby girl… I don’t ask for much from you… just please keep yourself up… make sure your hair is always done, outfit always on point, and those love handles obsolete…. I can’t promise you I will ever notice that your weave was just redone or that those new Trues fit your ass so well… Now move from the front of the TV… I’m busy playing Marvel vs. Capcom… just keep that ass tight for daddie….
Now listen sweetheart, if you plan on being wifey I will need you to know how to cook and clean for your man… I will never compliment that peanut butter and jelly sandwich that only you make the way you do… with a little syrup warmed into my peanut butter and my bread slightly toasted… its cool but you always put too much peanut butter babes… and that roast you cooked the other night was a tad too salty… yeah I ate it all but I had to drank two cups of water to kill that salt… Nevertheless, I want that tight ass butt-naked in that kitchen daily… you know what I like….
Honey, must I constantly remind your ass that you need to pop that birth control as if our life depends on it… because it does… I know you said it makes you gain weight and moody but baby you know I’m not ready for anymore kids at the moment… Of course I could wear condoms but you know I like to raw dog my baby sweet wett pussy… So put that pill on your daily agenda… right along with a workout plan to keep the fat away… you know I like MY ass tight… yeah, I said MY ass…
Bitch if I catch you flirting with these niggas on Facebook and Twitter again Imma bat the piss outta you… all types of “LOL” and “How are you”… and don’t even try to compare that shit to these bitches that send me they cooch via text… these hoes are just fans… I love you girl and these bitches mean nothing to me… Now get the fuck off Facebook and go do some squats… keep papa bear ass tight….
Your my old lady now so Imma need your undivided attention… when I want it… pacify me when I’m sick… feed my ego when I’m feeling less than adequate… tell me how my dick is the best you ever had so I know that pussy is mine… shower me with kisses if I have any doubt about you loving me… but ONLY WHEN I WANT… don’t fucking call me a hundred times when I’m out with my boys… go to bed if I don’t return home by 2am.. I’m a grown ass man and I don’t need you worrying about me… unless I want you to… now scoot that tight ass to this side of the bed kuz your man needs some attention….
My love… it’s not that hard… so simple even a cavewoman can do it… love me how I want to be loved, when I want to be loved and wherever I tell you to love me… if I say cook you fix me a kings meal, if I say clean you disinfect down to the doorknobs, if I say suck my dick you get down on your knees in the middle of a library and suck me bone dry, if I say your titties are too small you take your ass in that operating room and risk your health to ensure that I get my double Ds…. It’s not hard mama… I make it so easy for you… I tell you everything that I don’t like about you so that you know what the fuck you need to work on… Love me… How I want you to love me…. It’s just that simple…
~Viola Monroe
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