I would prefer to not have a taste of being chosen if it is fragile enough to be taken away in a second.

Why do I always keep my heart keen? I must be colder. I have to be in order to survive. 

I don't understand men. They desire me one day and despise me another.

Unfortunately I am hungry to be the one. To be loved. To be desired.

At the surface level I adore men, I truly do.

They excite me and make me feel alive.

Being in the role of a temptress is undenialbly enjoyable. It's impossible to deny the power a seductive women  holds.

Therefore I am faced with a decision to make. To hide, or embrace this part of my nature.

All I wish is for a gentlemen to allow me to express this side of myself without an overbearing fear of rejection.