To Every Girl Who Thinks All Guys Are The SAME!!!!

(im tired of every girl i meet thinking im the same as every other mongrel guy out there.)

they hurt, they heal,
they take, they steal,
they make, they tear,
they flurt, they scare.

but if they didn't
would they be
the one subject
of our mistery?

would we be so
the world of us?
so vulnerable to
the worlds sucubus?

i've had my share
but i still want more
are they the cause?
are they my core?

experience says "DON'T!!"
and it has good reason
but something iside
says "its just not your season!"

they come, they go
they bite, they show
they fight, they latch
they numb, they scratch

and we don't stop
even at the top
for one second when
it's for you women.

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