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By wistful Date: 2005 Apr 02 Comment on this Work [[2005.04.02.10.11.27214]] |
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Men love me, you know. It's true. I can laugh with them Tell crude jokes Share derisive sneers at the foibles of the famous Bantering witty remarks While swigging drinks. That's not to say I'm masculine. Not by a long shot. The drink I swig has a sugar rim And the gifts that good genes gave me Run from burnished skin, firms breasts and long slim legs to a sensuality that even women comment on. I'm open, yes, and fun, yes, and full of yes... And yet Something holds me apart. Something lets men feel affection without connection Appreciation without attachment Desire without commitment And when they leave my side to return to their lives, The high praise each one gives me As he smiles before he goes, is: "You're fun to play with" Yes, I know. |