PUSSYWHIPPED PLAYER

It’s my prerogative
to try to stay young by the way I live.
Admit we’re just animals,
but only in regard to the genitals.
Smooth and slippery as a bar of soap in the bathtub,
I’ll submissively seduce a woman with a back-rub.

I’m sensitive and clever
in compassionate, cunning and desperate layers.
I’ve been at this forever.
I’m one of the pussywhipped players.

I have my routines
that I use on girls barely out of their teens;
with those who are older,
I just let them cry on my shoulder,
but when a woman who’s out of my league is nearing,
behold the spectacle of my spine disappearing.

I’m sensitive and clever
in compassionate, cunning and desperate layers;
I won’t take “no” for “never.”
I’m one of the pussywhipped players.

So many guys like me for competition,
as long as girlies take my bait, I keep on fishin’.

Hangin’ with my bro,
we trade tales of macho bravado:
"Dude, you shoulda been there,
the moment when she let me in there,"
though I wouldn‘t have ever dared to try that
until after she’d made do this and buy that.

I‘m sensitive and clever
in compassionate, cunning and desperate layers;
my dick to suckle or sever.
I’m one of the pussywhipped players.

© 2014 Steve Fitch