Maaan, it'll be about four or five years,
Before she figures out how it gets done round here,
But I lack the patience to show her how to overcome those fears,
And I can't find the words to tell her bluntly,
Because she just won't hear,
We welcome you,
To share the fruits of our labors,
All we ask is your honesty,
And the returning of favors,
You know me,
I'm all about differant flavors,
This way everybody's got afew new moments to savor,
Think of the exploits of later,
Think of the fun,
Think about how many times that woman made you cum,
I recall the laughter,
And how it didn't require alcohol,
I remember holding you,
Hoping that you wouldn't fall,
Off of the face of the earth again,
All we ask is to be shown a little more respect than your friends,
If you mean what you say,
And it's not all pretend,
Than by all means prove it to us,
So all this bullshit can end.....
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Written September 5th, 2006
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Wow...That's funny on so many levels....
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At first this sounded a bit like how parents feel when their kids hit the teen years; think this could have an adult label though...
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great write,has no fearful boundry,sounds like you believe in truly expressing yourself,although the word bullshit's in it there is nothing bullshit about it,nice work....Big love lifesymbiotic
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