More of a Women
He loves her they have history. We just met so he just loves the thought of me. What can I
do to make him see I'm more of a women then she'll ever be. I'll rub his back and even his
feet, run his bath water, cook him something to eat. She deceives him lies, cheats and
complains about the littlest things. She'll never be the women he wants her to be. She'll
never be that women because she'll never be me.
Copyright © Renee Goswellin | Year Posted 2009
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