One, two, three, I got outta five stars on my cock. All due to the lack of emotion but fuck it, I don't mind busting in a sock. I'm lying bcuz I've never had a complaint. I'm just running from the feel of emotions always dripping on everyone they meet. Fuck it. From the taint I ain't no saint. I'm just a fuck with the thrill attached with cling to a truce. A feel of oohs n ahhs getting what hormones seek. One, two, three strokes in n everything changes. I become the missing link known as the dream. Without arrogance stepping to the plate. What I do is different than the typical touch. Fuck feelings when the heat of passion rips loose. There's no talk of luv. One, two three nights straight n imma do whatever creativity can become. Having a 9 outta 10 most of my life. But I'm no one to be telling a tale of lustful thoughts. There's just things weighing on my mind. Being a sexual thing pussy wants to slide down. The family curse blinds eyes to who I am. Damn the story that isn't seen. There's just judgements of conceited beliefs of such a simply man. Hung a lil lower than the average male. Thicker than some wrists twisting me off. N the wonder of some can't understand where I go mentally. Truth being, I'm emotionally lost. Never knowing a true friend. Watching eyes open to the sight of the monster growing to bust a nut. But that's the angle they take to get ever so close. Bypassing like n even luv going straight to the satisfaction of lusts. But I don't mind much bcuz it's just the way it is. I'm dominate n crave submissives from time to time. As I'm unable to believe intent for the way they go about reaching for me. I just wait for the moment they're left in a past time...
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