Reality of A Romance Connoisseur

I'm never going to apologize for making love on so many nights.  My mindset was, "if I see them and I like...they’re coming with me tonight."

The southern bells, cali girls, and my Miami Mamis.  The way they sparkle when I'm around they're just so fond of me. 

The AKAs, Phi Mus, AO-Pies, a blonde Sigma Kappa.  Female GDIs freaky and fine is all I'm after. 

Spoiled girls, stoner girls and a few hippies too.  Co workers, roommate threesomes that's just what I do. 

The ones that strip tease, my Vietnamese.  My Flip “EMO”, the ones that sold my weed.  

My Persian princess, the Egyptian and the one that showed me Tel Aviv,  oh the one that showed me Tel Aviv...that’s the one that won’t leave my dreams.  

I'm never as good as the best of them or as bad as the worst.  I simply "Love them all" and show them their self worth.  

So many girls and love around the world, I write these words as a romance connoisseur.  

So God how can she love me after all this sex?  How could she love me after all these drugs?  Her life just as promiscuous and she knows I’ll never judge.  

3 days is all it took and we both wanted to fuck so I gave her my trust and I fucked her like she was my girlfriend.  

Both so high, fucked like she was mine...now she’s gone and I’m wishing she was my girlfriend.