Her body is not your bedroom, it is not a place for you to rest your weary head and then leave in a mess in search of greater adventures. Her body is a home, but not for you, it is a sanctuary for her and her alone.
At the mention of the word “period”, I watch him pale and look away. At this I wonder, when did the world become such a place that men are embarrassed by the most natural function of a womb, when they had once called a womb home.
trust me, she knew exactly who she was dancing with the entire time. she just always chose to see the good in everyone and everything. i personally don’t think she should or could ever change that about herself. it’s possible her energy could even bring the good out of the devil