Monster man
i like ‘em big,
i like ’em salty,
i like ‘em spicy mean,
i like ’em filled with cruelty
I like that they won’t give up the game,
if i ran away,
they would dare to tame,
no turning back now baby
Rare are the men that dare to be a monster
Dare to rip open the weak and the youngster
Rare are the men that free themselves
In their wild needs and nerves
But i want a gentleman
That in bed is a Monster man
Make me scream,
make me cry and have you haunting me
In my night dream,
make me your slave
And you my master,
and nothing lesser
Make me yours,
nothing less,
but remember i am a brat,
i am a mess,
i am untamed
And wild i shall remain
Rare are the men that dare to be a monster
Dare to rip open the weak and the youngster
Rare are the men that free themselves
In their wild needs and nerves
But i want a gentleman
That in bed is a Monster man
A spicy poem that i wrote when i was in a intim moment with my imagination, we all have our secret desires. I've got to admit this one missed subtlety, it is very direct and erotic, intense and daring. I was in that kind of mood indeed.
