My intentions were never to fall into the hands of another man, better yet a woman. But my tendencies to lose control of my desire often lead to these situations, meaning I was always falling for men I didn't really love, love. At least not the way they loved me. My rigid complexion of a thorn spiked flower often sent men into an awful daze, sending them falling to my feet, wanting more. But I was nothing more than a tease, leading each one on without any intention of having it turn into something more. And that was my problem. I never desired anything further than sexual desire. After that, it was merely nothing. But something about him, changed my mind. Flicked a switch in my head that completely flipped my normal tendencies.
