I Am a Bad Boy

I am a bad boy *** and NC-17 qualified, I frequent the easy streets in a leisure zone and walk with a swagger. I own my time I own my dreams I have my own plans, I am the center of my domain-- I, Me and Myself, I waste no time to appease nobody, I know what I want and ain't afraid to go for it, I don't just sit and mope I got to get up and get going. I am a bad, bad boy, I don't suffer fools easily, neither a politician nor a priest, I'm impatient with small talks wading through friendly BS. I am honest and don't beat around the bush – foreplay is a waste of time, I go for the main show. I am cocky and like to tease-- A lighthearted back-and-forth keeps a relationship passionate and fiery, I engage in verbal swordplay. I am a bad, bad boy, I don't want to get caught praying or coming out of a confession, Neither would I like to be seen drinking beer or champagne, A Jack Daniel's on-the-rock kinda guy, Hair messy and slight stubble, least to smile, chewing a dead cigar, twinkle in my eyes, a gold tooth. Adorned all over with pledge-of-love tattoos I'll stand up for my girl and fight, For I am a bad, bad, BAD boy But, a good, good, GOOD man! ~"Who do you think you are" contest by Caren Krutsinger