Women are like flowers. With vibrant petals, they hide the sweet nectar lurking within while capturing the attention of curious eyes. With they're beauty and soft voice, they lure you into their trap. And once they've had enough of your company, they close they're petals to you and wait to bloom again in spring and all for a new lover. I hate flowers. So when they decide they'll no longer be sharing their sweet nectar with me, I step on them.All Rights Reserved