a boys body needs no added stimuli,
karma sutra books
in the back of the barns and the nobles
have real pictures too.
these lil boys fall in love with pretty girls,
they tell them what they think they feel,
they feel what makes them think.
I heard once that a man only has enough
blood for one of his two heads.
To the pretty girls,
forgive these misguided boys,
their foolish words,
their hurtful lies,
they never understood the difference of love,
and a *******.
Cause once they get soft,
they'll realize which head was thinking,
then they'll hear which head was talking.
You might see a slight terror in their eyes,
maybe they'll act different.
As much as they'd like to say
"I'm sorry, I got *****"
they know they can't, granted,
us boys don't know much.
Yet *******,
is a hairy deed,
and we don't want our eyes to fall out.
Our fingers are only so fun for the first few years
of self discovery,
and then, call it man's nature, we get greedy,
we want more.
The subtle touch of a girls embrace,
white thighs exposed
criss corssing between our own criss crossed legs.
We also like the warmth
and the thump thump thump of a beating heart
against our ears.
We like the smell,
the salt
and the cries of any great sea.
Scream to us,
let us know we aren't demons
squeezing between the floor boards
for a wet ***** and a few moans,
we boys are lovers too.
Teach us how,
you don't always have to say no.