You know my past. But now you're all so worried 'bout the nights I ran and scurried to and fro from guy to guy. You kept your mouth shut But now you need to bitch and yell Because I never kiss and tell. It makes me wonder why. You don't see sex that way? Oh, you're so hypocritical. I guess that's only typical when men rank who's superior. Do you want scores from me? A list off all- thirteen to one... Who's big, who lasts, who shares the fun so you can feel inferior? So what's this all about? Have I become to loose for you? Have I had too much use for you? Do you need fresher meat? Is this a fucking joke? You know I told you once before that I'm a fucking nasty whore who stumbled on your street. How do you think I feel when you've spent time with both your girls and shared the best of both the worlds? With time to test your theories. Time to change... Romantic dates and gifts and flowers, talking on the phone for hours, time to answer queries. Months instead of days... I can place names with all your stories in all the sex-linked catagories 'cause you're so damned respectful. Just two pure faces.... kiss 'em, suck 'em , fuck 'em, ride 'em... say "I love you" while inside 'em. Monkeys are much more neglectful. Kiss my ass. You're throwing this up in my face. My love life is a big disgrace. I guess it all depends. Damn your testasterone. You only want the silly ho to say that you're the best in show so you can brag to friends. It just insults me that you think I'm so fucking shallow... sex is light and love's a shadow. My fuck is all that matters. Each time you enter I'm taken with my love and trust. I think it's love instead of lust when your seed�s on my skin. When you lay with me I think of no one else but you, yet I�m compared with one and two each time and time again. Why don�t you get it? That I have had my share of sin But never gave my heart to men Like I give love to you. I�d never lie. You�re everything I want and need. But the comfort in that creed If you can�t trust me too? Return to my Writing Page |