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They said a ticket to a man's heart is his stomach!

 seduce him with a hearty meal and a strong drink and you have his attention and maybe, 
possibly, friendship for life. I know many of them, men that is, I know many for life. They 
search, they hunt, the lurk like trolls too sometimes, but I see the innocence within them 
and they try and they struggle.



When a man is pushed, he can make some crazy choices, many he can't reverse... and for 
what? the high? his pride won't let him bow? to admit he is not always strong! and mostly 
weak and he beats himself up hourly, daily, what has he done wrong, how can he live that 
dream? how can he live out his desires.., his little dark secrets from whence he was a BOY.



BOY or man... what the hell does it matter? The time is now, he can only think for the 
moment because nature has him this way. Is extreme his choices of fun? Exotic meat on a 
grill? burnt black on the edges and aroma of it in the air... or a slab of curves and with dark 
hair on a table. All one in the same.



Does he search for a mate or a slut, a whore..... what do you call them.... the one with no 
strings attached and she lets you do what you want? perfection? or have you found a 
computer that has welcomed your virus and now you are in control. For even if you let her 
lead you very well and know that you still have her in your control.... it's okay, I would 
have done the same or more had I been born with balls.



So now what? Well... you will never have the skeleton key for all these locks, Walk or Run 
to each door, open...close...open..close.. Don't look down the end of that hall Sir, it gets 
further and further. Turn around and look behind you, you can't even count all those 
doors...



So what to do? nothing you can do, it's in your nature. Your mind will only give you so 
much information, just like a search engine on a computer, also invented by your kind. you 
will have to carry on with the game of Breast, men in vest and fine SUV's, Curves and 
****** round-a-bouts and fetish delights.



P.S: try flipping your meat on the grill more often, it helps too with spice.
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