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You Wish Your Girlfriend Was Hot Like Me (Louis Toliver Jr - Swartz, LA)

It’s ingrained in her brain.
Your eyes glued.
To my beautiful, manly ass.
Which you’re never going to get.
Little coward.
You have to grow into a man first.
Tell your poor girlfriend you like cock.
Mine specifically.
On any given day.
You know every detail.
Every inch.
This isn’t cruelty.
This is realism.

But wait.
Lets back track.
I’m no home wrecker.
You came to me out of curiosity
And I gave you knowledge
Your girlfriend must hate me.
But you came into my home.
Talking love and all that silly shit.
So, I just fucked you to shut you up
Now, you’re hooked like a fish.
If your girl only knew it’s wasn’t her fault.
But like a coward.
You have her thinking she’s the flaw.

As she suffers, I mostly lay in my hammock.
Swaying like the wind.
Reading poetry by Walt Whitman.
Some of the time, you bring me snacks.
Most of the time, you just want sex.
I want to laugh, but it’s pretty sad.
Another day.
Another hetero goes homo.
Face it.
Your girlfriend will never be hot like me.
She knows it.
I know it.
And, straight boy, you should know it.
But you don’t.
Which is why I can’t fuck you twice.

-Written to a Man, by a Man




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