I tease men with my smiles, voice and eyes
and the way I cared for them sincerely and unconsciously while trying to bring out the best in them as they're willing creatures to do so but I will never end up on their bed fulfilling their twisted fantasy.
I treat them with respect and showered them with their positive attributes and know their weakness and would let them face it with me. I would stay as long as I feel that my presence is needed though I get obsessed with their face and soul; and letting go of them is the moment that I finally loved them enough to whisper words of hopeful wishes for their happiness after their trace.
And now I think, I am loving the thought of them running away from me as I am removing any trace of their path that could lead them back to me.
