Mysogenist

Will you allow these anti-celibate hands to be your remedy? For they've known years of auctioning pleasure and devouring hearts I am a chartered Smith Blessed in the art of forging lies and seasoning of Romance These are the games I play If you may, allow these hands to caress you I have a game in mind One in which I love to touch and find weakness in a feminine Getting you in bed is the last trick I am a dog Still a k-9 at heart Waiting for the miss who is to play her cards right and consume this king of hearts For these are the games I love to play I will settle for nothing but a gem One to take out to tongabezi and give her flowers that match the colour of her heart.