Although I love the contrast of white lingerie on tan skin and black lingerie on pale skin, nothing quite says “I’m classy with a touch of slutty” like the vibrant color of passion.
You see, it’s the subtleties in life that matter.
It’s working on yourself and reading books to make the conversations interesting. It’s buying MAC instead of Cover Girl. It’s the smell of your perfume as you cross in front of me and I get a full dose of you that gives me goosebumps.
It’s the red fingernails.
I work hard. I work on myself. I am never satisfied with my station in life and always strive to be better. And I am sorely disappointed when I don’t see the same in you.
If I see it for too long, I look elsewhere.
So if you want to wrestle yourself an alpha, you need to ask yourself one question. Are you cut from the same cloth? No? Move along then, cupcake.
My tolerance for lazy doesn’t exist. Show up. Play the part.
Cause the fruit is ripe in my garden. Just ask the puddle between your legs.