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.
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