Frivolity of men, with such an attitude,
who think they are too smart,
is like itinerant wind's libidinous eagerness
to pluck the ripe fruit,
with an opportune cunning push,
fully knowing the union is doomed,
and the pleasure transient.
As an inveterate observer of this,
I can see,
the smile on his rugged face,
- carefully made over,
with grey stubble and all that,
to look like the Hollywood hunk
female folk, swoon over -
is full of vile, and deceit;
but i am,
not a bit averse to meet the challenge,
and show him, direct
that girls are capable of *** for tat.
The victory to me may not mean anything,
but momentous, it would be, I can tell.
May 1, 2012
May 1, 2012 at 7:54 AM UTC
Frivolity of men, with such an attitude,
who think they are too smart,
is like itinerant wind's libidinous eagerness
to pluck the ripe fruit,
with an opportune cunning push,
fully knowing the union is doomed,
and the pleasure transient.
As an inveterate observer of this,
I can see,
the smile on his rugged face,
- carefully made over,
with grey stubble and all that,
to look like the Hollywood hunk
female folk, swoon over -
is full of vile, and deceit;
but i am,
not a bit averse to meet the challenge,
and show him, direct
that girls are capable of *** for tat.
The victory to me may not mean anything,
but momentous, it would be, I can tell.
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