As I stir in the silence of these four walls I often wonder are you still thinking of me. I am contemplating on weather to pick up the phone and call you, or do I sit and wait for the phone to ring. Because there is that, met you at the club, pass you my number and wait for you to call three days later rule. But damn…. Was I not that good looking for you to want to go against this man rule that we have all come to know. I mean what rule do I have as a woman? Is it possible for me to come up to you and say damn you ass looks good in those jeans what are you doing later on tonight. Do you have a girl and if so can I still get your number. Maybe we can go out for some drinks later. Or would that be coming on too strong.
Oh and lets not forget the 7 day rule of I will call you back.
The night before when you had your arms wrapped around my ass, licking my body like as if this sweat caramel was going to melt, and with every thrust in and out you body moaned more than I could. But, what if the tables were turned. Would we be considered this shit and the men the hoes and bitches? No instead they place the Barbie doll figure with the Kim kardashian ass on a pedal stool like a damn Olympic gold medal, and the ones that are not so great, fuck in the dark, don’t come outside with them, the will just be another hash mark in your book to show how much of a man you think you are.
Damn I need one of those books. You know the book that we keep with the hash marks of the all the men that asked us was it better than the last guy, was my dick bigger than his, and we just smile and said yes and turn around and don’t pick up the phone when he call back. And it’s always the little dick man that breaks the rules. Do I wait for him to call or do I call him. It’s only been one day. I’ll just keep stirring in the silence of these four walls waiting for him to call because I know my shit was …… oh wait let me get that…. I guess he was thinking of me.
Oh and lets not forget the 7 day rule of I will call you back.
The night before when you had your arms wrapped around my ass, licking my body like as if this sweat caramel was going to melt, and with every thrust in and out you body moaned more than I could. But, what if the tables were turned. Would we be considered this shit and the men the hoes and bitches? No instead they place the Barbie doll figure with the Kim kardashian ass on a pedal stool like a damn Olympic gold medal, and the ones that are not so great, fuck in the dark, don’t come outside with them, the will just be another hash mark in your book to show how much of a man you think you are.
Damn I need one of those books. You know the book that we keep with the hash marks of the all the men that asked us was it better than the last guy, was my dick bigger than his, and we just smile and said yes and turn around and don’t pick up the phone when he call back. And it’s always the little dick man that breaks the rules. Do I wait for him to call or do I call him. It’s only been one day. I’ll just keep stirring in the silence of these four walls waiting for him to call because I know my shit was …… oh wait let me get that…. I guess he was thinking of me.
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