You think you can define me,
by what's between my legs
You think you can shape me in your own image
An object to use whenever you please
You think you can call what's mine yours
You think deflowering is a prize
Well you are wrong
You insinuate that you are better than me
Because no one will say anything
of the amount of women in your bed
Because no one will judge you,
for how many people you have loved
And you deem sex a game
How foolish you are
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Author:
Brie (Pseudonym) (
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- Category: Reflection
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Comments3
Hi BRIE ~ Im a Man (35) and I agree with every word ! mnay Men cant see further than their Hunting Horn but there comes a Day when "Brewers Droop" is permanent without touching a DROP ! Thanks for sharing ~ very incisive Poem ~ BRIAN !
Nicely written 🙂
thank you!
Sexis no game it is the ultimate showing of love for the person that you really love
I couldn't agree more.
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