She wishes she has someone to love, a man she could call her own. A man to hold on to, a man to press her face against his broad chest and feel warm and secure in his arms. She wishes she has a man to talk to, a man to share her deepest thoughts, her fears, her joys, her highs, her lows, her ups and downs.
She wants a man who loves her for who she is, not for her pretty face, her curvaceous body or her wiggling butts that attracts catcalls and lustful stares from men when she takes a stroll in the open. She craves for a man who is kind, loving, romantic and considerate. A man to play pillow fight and wrestle with on the bed in the morning and to snuggle together with at night.
She is need of a man to listen to her, to counsel her, to reprimand her when she is wrong and to praise and applaud her when she is right. She dreams of a man who is in control of his reality, a man who would give her purposeful leadership and not let her run roughshod over him. She wants a real man and not a wimp.
On nights like this when the searing cold wraps its chilly arms around her, she bits her lips, hugs her teddy bear and draws her blanket tighter over her body. She closes her eyes and dreams away. She dreams of a blissful future of her and her man, lying in each other's arms watching the baby in the cot giggling and playing with toys.
She knows she is beautiful and is very attractive to many men who all want a part of her. She is wary of their antics and deceptions. She believes they only want her for her body. She believes they are like butterflies perching on flowers, sucking nectar and flying away when satiated. She remembers her ex, the man who promised her the world but left her heartbroken, humiliated and bitter. She remembers her vow of never letting a man get that close to her, the vow of never allowing a man to wield that much power and influence over her.
But now she is yearning for true love and affection. The many pictures of lovebirds she sees daily strikes a chord in her heart. She craves the feeling of being loved and wanted. It is a nostalgic feeling that never goes away.
She had recently seen the man of her dreams walk past her at the Shopping mall. He has the perfect physique and most adorable looks that makes the butterflies in her tummy flutter. He is an Adonis and would be the perfect match for her beautiful self. He had winked and smiled at her, a gesture that made her ovaries shake.
Now she thinks of him as she tosses and turns on the bed. She daydreams of him and her being together forever. But she knows she might never see him again, she might never meet the Adonis. She would have to settle for someone else and live happily ever after.
On nights like this, she is lonely and has to battle with the deluge of repressed longings flooding her mind and clamouring for release. She needs love and affection.
