This is roneige’s point of view on a situation that he and i both were in and it’s the best thing i’ve read and the first thing i’m reblogging on my own blog
A real man doesn’t have to touch your breasts to know your heart.
A real man doesn’t have to taste your lips when you kiss to know you’re sweet.
A real man doesn’t have to see you bare to love the way you look.
A real man doesn’t have to hear you moan to love your voice ,and a real man doesn’t need to own you or leave bruises on your skin to show that you’re his.
Remember this when you get into his car tonight and he drives you to his house.
Remember this when he lays you down in his arms and strips you naked of all the truth you’ve even known and whispers sweet nothing in your ears.
Remember when he wakes you up and beats you with the cold truth about how last night never meant anything to him that it meant to everything to that…
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