WHY IS OK FOR YOU TO ASK ME, BUT WHEN I ASK YOU ALL HELL BREAK LOOSE. WE'RE NOT MARRIED, NOR WE'RE IN A "RELATIONSHIP". BUT I SHOULD GIVE AS IM YOUR NUMBER ONE PICK. I FEEL AS IF WE'RE A BUSINESS DEAL. WHY CAN'T YOU. YOU SAY YOU FEEL AS IF YOU'RE A TRICK. BUT ALL YOU WANT IS A DAM TREAT. I FEEL LIKE IM BEING USED. A FEW STEPS FROM BEING ABUSED. YOU ONLY CALL WHEN YOU'RE IN THE MOOD. YOU'RE GAINING, IM LOSING. YOU SAY WE BOTH BEING PLEASED. BUT AT THE END YOU WERE JUST A TEASE. I USE MY FINGERS TO FINISH THE DEED. SO WHAT WAS YOUR NEED. THERES NO KISS, THERES NO HUG. THERES NO KIND WORDS TO EVEN PRETEND THERES LOVE. GIVE ME, I GIVE YOU. THEN OUR BUSINESS HERE IS THROUGH.
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Posted: Jan 2011
About this poem:
WHEN I HEAR A MAN SAY FRIEND WITH BENEFITS, WHAT THE HELL IS THAT. YOU HAVE THEN CHEATING MARRIED MEN SAYING " SHE DONT MAKE ME HAPPY". GET HER A DAM BOOK AND LET HER LEARN TO MAKE YOU HAPPY. BUT IN REALITY HE IS A LAIR. HE JUST WANT A FOOL HE CAN LAY WITH WHEN EVER HE HAS ACHANCE TO SNEAK AWAY. HE TREAT THE OTHER WOMAN JUST LIKE A WHORE BUT THE ONLY THING HER SERVICE WAS FOR FREE. LADIES FIND YOUR OWN MAN.
You know, I am with you in this and I advise you on matters I need to be advised on so dearly. Just hold on, dear, and never let them ... never let them turn you into a toy in their hands. Cheer up. Marikia
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