So the idea was to keep them coming. Anchor their souls to my greatness. Have them singing songs of praise with an intention to put a smile on my potholed face.
With no intention to catch them, have them falling and dropping to their weak knees.
See… My only plan was to keep them coming.
So I stepped out of my comfort zone with my short skirt and tight fitting top. My figure screaming “catch me if you can” because my legs already knew that even with their thundered speed their steps could never catch up with mine ‘coz no man could ever reach my standards.
…and so I had to check and see if my BLAQED, naturally flawed face was good enough to have them hooked when I threw around my potholed smile as I waved at their firm masculinity away.
Bear in mind that my only intention was to keep them coming.
So I stepped out, fell in line with the rest and became “the girl next door”. A pretty thing, a guy magnet and started attracting them. Had them coming and falling in line just to get curved because my intentions were not to catch them but to let them fall and drop to their weak knees.
Killing their “she’s mine” and “I can get her” egos.
Reminding them that our strength will forever be their weakness.