You think you know me as I walk down the street.
You notice the sway in my hips, the way I dress, and the fast but even steps I take.
Then you do it, you try to take me down, based on stereotypes and your lack of knowledge.
“Hey **** you yell, trying to rip me down, make me worthless.
“How much are you, I wanna take you home with me” Trying to buy me, make me your toy.
You don’t realize how bad you want it, you want to see the prize hanging between my thighs, and you want to feel the gentle sway of my semi-plump *** as I ride to the beat of your satisfied moans. You want to feel the hard curves of my body, and see the sex-crazed look in my eyes.
You want me because I emit confidence, and you see me as this concept, this thing that you cannot reach. You, the straight, privileged man, then try to tear me down because I am a concept you want but cannot have.
But Darling, I am untamable, uncatchable, and to confident to be taken down by your remarks. I am attractive, intelligent, **** and know how to flaunt all that I have, and if I don’t have something then I go and get it. You let your fear hold you back. You try to bully others to feel the same. Knock me down all you want, because you’re really mad that you can’t take me to your bed.
Oct 26, 2013
Oct 26, 2013 at 2:20 PM UTC
You think you know me as I walk down the street.
You notice the sway in my hips, the way I dress, and the fast but even steps I take.
Then you do it, you try to take me down, based on stereotypes and your lack of knowledge.
“Hey **** you yell, trying to rip me down, make me worthless.
“How much are you, I wanna take you home with me” Trying to buy me, make me your toy.
You don’t realize how bad you want it, you want to see the prize hanging between my thighs, and you want to feel the gentle sway of my semi-plump *** as I ride to the beat of your satisfied moans. You want to feel the hard curves of my body, and see the sex-crazed look in my eyes.
You want me because I emit confidence, and you see me as this concept, this thing that you cannot reach. You, the straight, privileged man, then try to tear me down because I am a concept you want but cannot have.
But Darling, I am untamable, uncatchable, and to confident to be taken down by your remarks. I am attractive, intelligent, **** and know how to flaunt all that I have, and if I don’t have something then I go and get it. You let your fear hold you back. You try to bully others to feel the same. Knock me down all you want, because you’re really mad that you can’t take me to your bed.
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