We’re not friends unless we’re bumping skins; I’m not giving you any kind of attention unless it’s my cum you’re drinking.
You won’t be using me as a shoulder to cry on; I’m not your project you work on for fun.
I’m not the bro you use to boost your ego when the world puts you in your place and insists that you’re: A FOUR.
That’s between you and your self esteem; my dick just wants to sample your saliva and wants you to lick away at its seams.
I want you to suck my penis’s head — like the dirty little whore that you are — make those pussy and ass cheeks spread.
Give me a view of your damp abyss; word on the street is: you’ve even enjoyed a couple of fists.
So, don’t try to insert me into your little Friendship Jail where I don’t stand the chance of getting that tail.
I’m trying to walk among the living — as a free man — so, just do me a favor and grab my dick in your hand.
Manipulate my grower as you please, and get on your knees to do the dirty deed.