An itch, ya just can't scratch, no matter how hard ya try
Searching for a perfect match, just an ****** do or die
The flesh and the movements, defining each and every one
Making some improvements, covert and sexually overdone
Always finding in need, rushing too body's desire
As dire and ****** the deed, welcoming passion and fire
More and more I understand, the cravings and the must
As insanity unplanned, reducing love's touch too lust
Mar 13, 2018
Mar 13, 2018 at 2:08 PM UTC
An itch, ya just can't scratch, no matter how hard ya try
Searching for a perfect match, just an ****** do or die
The flesh and the movements, defining each and every one
Making some improvements, covert and sexually overdone
Always finding in need, rushing too body's desire
As dire and ****** the deed, welcoming passion and fire
More and more I understand, the cravings and the must
As insanity unplanned, reducing love's touch too lust
I guess that's called a man-whore :D
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