An Easy Man
She put her hand upon my leg and I didn’t brush it off,
then she held me in that special place, where the doctor says to cough.
The next thing that I knew, our clothes were on the floor
and before that night was finally through, I could stand no more.
She didn’t return any of my calls, after that first date.
Maybe I shouldn’t give in so fast – perhaps, I should hesitate.
I think that I’ve been used again to scratch a young girl’s itch;
This reputation of being an easy man is something I must ditch.
Now, some men might be envious and can’t believe my luck;
Some will say, “Why are you complaining – in a dry spell we are stuck”
But these girls, they are just using me, to gain experience;
I’m the one who started my prowess rumor and haven’t had any time off since.
Copyright © Joe Flach | Year Posted 2014
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