Can’t Be Tamed

Try to catch the wind and you’ll only feel it slipping through your fingers; do the same to a restless soul and she’ll only throw her head back and laugh, laugh with the wind, the sun, the stars, before leaving you wondering where she might’ve gone the next morning.

A word of advice: you might have a better chance of getting her attention in the wintertime, when she’s surrounded by nothing but cold and wind and in need of warm hands for her own gloveless ones (she’s a stubborn one, this girl, and no amount of pretty cashmere will get between her and her iPhone). In the summer she’s one of those free spirits. A hippie, if you will, just not one of those Coachella types. Single, living, loving. She’s barely able to commit to a top and bottom in this heat; don’t even think about trying to tame her heart.

“But if you tame me, we’ll need each other. You’ll be the only boy in the world for me. I’ll be the only fox in the world for you.”

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xx