Maybe is a wonderful word, maybe if full of possibilities. It is an endless word. Maybe I'm too sweet for people. Maybe I'm too pretty for some girls to get along with. Maybe it drives you crazy how your man can look at me. Maybe it is in the sway of my hips, or how my body feels against theirs when they hug me goodbye. Maybe it's the way my hair falls, how I can make it curly or straight depending on my mood. Maybe it's that I know how to do my makeup. Maybe I am the worlds largest threat to girls. Maybe thoughts of me gets them through their day. It could be the way I smell, or the way I laugh, or is it how chill I am? Maybe it is all of these things that make me such a wanted person. I want lots in life, and I typically don't hold back until I get it. I'm one of those women who gets what she wants, I work hard and go for it. I'm am blunty honest at times, and that can hurt people deeply. Maybe it's in my imperfect teeth. Maybe it's in my imperfect body, that drives them to me, knowing how confident of a woman I am. Is confidence that sexy? I know humor is and being laid back, and not yelling, or taking life out on one another is. But could it be my confidence? Maybe it is the fact that I could give a man everything he wants, sex, food, a clean house, amazing love, crazy love at that. Maybe it's in my voice a mix between Jessica Rabbit, and a Tranie. Maybe it is that I say thankyou, and please, and appreciate the small things that so many women take for granted. Maybe it's just a maybe.
