all women

all women 1.5.15
there is one thing all women want
–to be loved as human beings–

some might want cars and bling
or flowers or chocolate
or expensive dinners and fine dresses

some might want power and status
politics or prizefighters
or privet jets and public lives

some might want alpha men and advantage
or blind lust or jealous guarding
or gilded cages or skinny jeans

some might want serenades and beaches
or opera houses or fine art
or sonnets or lingerie

some might want evenings by the fire and silence
or morning runs or yoga
or peppermint tea or toast with cheese

some might want aprons and children
or apple pie with ice cream or strong coffee
or homemade soup or hot baths

some might want cats or long naps
or sweatpants or dirty fingernails
or long summer days or iced tea

some might want compliments or hugs
or lingering kisses or back-rubs
or kinky sex or love notes

some might want brunch and hot cocoa
or orange juice in bed or lace curtains
or embroidered napkins or menus in french

some might want hikes in the mountains or cold water
or trail mix or chains of wild flowers
or fresh spring berries or pet rocks

but there is one thing all women want
–just to be loved as a human being–

About m

My ego wants to think I'm a writer but my heart knows I'm just another one of God's Kids who sometimes has words to say. 2 human kids and 3 feline kids call me Mom. Or Mooooooom. Or mewom, depending which you ask. I'm kinda-sorta busy being a student again; this time I signed myself up for a bizarre torture known as Graduate School. Theoretically in 4ish years I'll have earned some more nice letters to put with my name. Let's face it, I'm addicted to learning and probably need rehab to restore me to sanity and remove the obsession to read books. I don't remember what free time is but I think I like to spend it sleeping or playing in the mud on a river bank.
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