A predator after the natural urges
And the caring guy society purges,
You are this all in one
The ladies lad and the good mans son.
You struck me as quiet first of all,
Then you facade it began to fall,
The ladies lad you then revealed,
But that too was slowly killed.
Now you yoyo between this and that,
Discouraging girls you see as fat,
Followed by seeking out their kindness,
In you're times of good guy blindness.
One moment your hands are around me
As if my size 14 you cannot see
The next you're romancing her at the bar
Hoping that you'll get quite far,
Tall, skinny with great boobs you said
As if you'd reject anything other from your bed.
Yet I've been there twice before
Your caresses bewitching me to the core,
Perhaps you like to think I'm not like those;
The girls who willingly strip their clothes
And in that you see the partial truth
My chastity is my daily proof.
Yet to act as if there is no desire
Is like saying there's no heat to fire
And if in your arms I had not laid
My emotions they would not have paid.
Yet I regret it not at all
I only wish I did not fall
For now it reminds me once again
Of the shallowness of laddish men.
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A Continued Collection of Poetical Ramblings
PoesiaJust as it says on the tin, a continued collection of my random poetical ramblings about everything, from love and friendships, education and travels, tears and laughter, fear and fate, and so much more. This year I am going to be exploring some fo...
