What real man?

Why get a real man, when I’ve got you?
No real man would last the whole night through
What real man would put my pleasure first?
No real man could sate my endless thirst
A real man would strip me of my lace
And ‘go for gold’ within my soft embrace
So come, my love, and take your time within
This is no race a real man could win

About Frank

A Sci-Fi & Fantasy author and lyrical poet with a mild obsession for vampires, succubi, goddesses and Supergirl.
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