I fake *******
I do it all the time (well not ALL the time, but nonetheless)
Ladies!
You complain constantly about how men aren't good lovers
Good men are hard to find, but a hard man is good to find!
Am I right?
You all seem to have this notion
That the motion of the ocean and the texture of the lotion don't matter
That every guy will get off no matter the batter.
Well have I got news for you!
That's just simply not true...
We have curves, grooves and contours, too.
We love to be caressed and feel your lips upon our chest,
And we'll dance in the name of romance
If circumstance gives us the chance.
We're sorry for stepping on your toes sometimes
By moving too fast.
But we just want your glow to match ours!
To see the flow of your sexuality
Come pouring out
Leaving us sore and out of breath.
So cut us some slack.
We are the bikes to your motorcycles.
But just because we wield a simpler tool,
It does not mean any old fool can ride it.
Jul 17, 2013
Jul 17, 2013 at 6:54 AM UTC
I fake *******
I do it all the time (well not ALL the time, but nonetheless)
Ladies!
You complain constantly about how men aren't good lovers
Good men are hard to find, but a hard man is good to find!
Am I right?
You all seem to have this notion
That the motion of the ocean and the texture of the lotion don't matter
That every guy will get off no matter the batter.
Well have I got news for you!
That's just simply not true...
We have curves, grooves and contours, too.
We love to be caressed and feel your lips upon our chest,
And we'll dance in the name of romance
If circumstance gives us the chance.
We're sorry for stepping on your toes sometimes
By moving too fast.
But we just want your glow to match ours!
To see the flow of your sexuality
Come pouring out
Leaving us sore and out of breath.
So cut us some slack.
We are the bikes to your motorcycles.
But just because we wield a simpler tool,
It does not mean any old fool can ride it.
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