.flexibility.

.flexibility.

he says...

i'm flexible

 in all the right places..

the way my arms stretch,

to hold him around the neck.

the way my body bends..

to take him deep within.

the way my toes curl,

as he continues

to rock my world.

but my flexibility..

doesn't end between the sheets.

-_-

the way my neck turns

as he stares at other girls..

the way my arms reach

to see the texts hid he keeps..

the way my heart unfurls..

when i walk him with other girls..

i'm flexible.. in all the right places..

and all the wrong ones too.

my flexibility realistically...

should have nothing to do with you.

moral of the story..

don't bend over backwards..

for someone who's not so flexible for you.

©Butteryevil2012