Saga of Lust an Lies

I never cease to amaze myself ...

Talking myself into accepting the lies you plant in my head; only to give myself an excuse to part my legs.

The pull of lust and desire; the longing of love and acceptance... With an urgency that at times seems dier...

What you wont do ????  Do for love ???!! Accept anything; desite the screaming of your concience and true self not to give it up !!!!

The saga of lust and lies, planting false pretencesess just to part my thighs...

Your lips say you  want me... your actions show me you dont.

You act like youll love me, my gut tells me that you wont.

Love fooled me again ... or shall i say i fooled myself ???

A dream deferred ...

Expectations obsurd ...

Love is not expectations or a forced hand ... strained words or suspicion.

The saga we women battle daily, unaware that they stem from our own insecurities ...

Unaware that from past hurts our hearts still bleeding ...

Unaware that till were whole men will keep leaving ... Love will be continousley fleeting ...

Finding ourselves back where we began, caught between the sagas of lust and lies ...

lies we tll our self.