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Let me ask a question To any man that will listen there must be something I don't know, something that I am missing, For every man in my life is sick and twisted does it start when your born or when the word 'sex' is first mentioned For every guy I come across has the same delusion where they find themselves in a fantasy, an illusion where no mater the situation no always means yes, and every thought they have has to be about sex Where there is love there is lust an un quenching amount but even when you sound innocent and sweet that word is all they think about, So honestly if my quest of a man so nonlustful is unending I'd rather sit in the side lines with my mind mending as my conversation is bending in to a wire of lust where every situation calls for the statement, "We must."

Copyright © | Year Posted 2011




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Date: 3/10/2011 11:34:00 AM
Very nice poem...enjoyed...Jimmy
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