This is our mantra.
You are one back rub away
From falling out of bed.
Floating on metaphorical curtails,
You blane women chained
To your addictions.
I would rather an icicle Valentine
Than your fearful metaphor.
There is always new
Blood in your veins.
Oh how you stitch your past
To the holes in your libido.
****** man, you never listen!
All long legs and washed out skin,
There will never be enough
Scorn here for you.
Finding ***** hips and high heels,
You know how to unlock a
Woman with that voice of yours.
Jan 12
Jan 12, 2026 at 1:01 AM UTC
This is our mantra.
You are one back rub away
From falling out of bed.
Floating on metaphorical curtails,
You blane women chained
To your addictions.
I would rather an icicle Valentine
Than your fearful metaphor.
There is always new
Blood in your veins.
Oh how you stitch your past
To the holes in your libido.
****** man, you never listen!
All long legs and washed out skin,
There will never be enough
Scorn here for you.
Finding ***** hips and high heels,
You know how to unlock a
Woman with that voice of yours.
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