reading room
She Said Men Only Want One Thing
(but then rewatched Bridgerton twice)
She said, "Men are animals." As she paused Pride and Prejudice to sigh at Darcy's wet shirt. Said I only want sex— while clutching a candle named Sultry Nights and dreaming up a chapter where the brooding assassin kisses her neck before asking about her trauma.
She said, "Porn is for men." Then bit her lip at a vampire saying "You smell like home." Her bookshelf groaned beneath The Billionaire's Baby Secret and Touch Me Until I Heal.
She said, "You just want to conquer me." As if I'm the knight and she's the castle. But she's the one who built the tower and whispered "Come save me, stud."
Funny, I wanted slow mornings, shared playlists, hands on backs in silence. She want dripping wax, breathless moans, and to be thrown against the wall in the rain.
She said, "Men see women as objects." While she photoshopped herself for the algorithm's lust. Built her worth from double taps and corsets, called herself a prize and then blamed me for the hunt.
Truth is, not all men are dogs. Some of us are too busy holding space to bark. Too busy wondering how to be enough in a world that only sees us when we perform desire.
— Lilith