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If I use my hand or Hillary
I feel so deprived. My carnal satisfaction Has to be derived From targets of opportunity, As the gunners say, From trophies prime in season, Whatever comes my way, Spiced with a little danger, Taken on the sly, Pursuer and pursued, The quickly opened fly. It gets my juices flowing. That's real gratification. I'm a soldier in a fire fight, If I use my imagination. I'm the growling alpha male, Glowing incandescent. Don't tell me that the "alpha" Stands for "adolescent." David Martin |
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