Gimme a gritty, dirty daddy,
Southern bad boy under the car,
a man who doesn't shy away
when I hug and kiss him,
even when he's sweaty and
on his breath is the first sip
from an ice cold beer.
Doesn't hesitate to pull my hair
because he's not afraid of what
it does to me. Doesn't make judgments
about how I want him to handle me.
Can allow a woman to express
her sexuality without intimidation,
without confusing it with
psychological domination.
Can give as good as he takes,
doesn't mind a little dark,
or where and when we park.
Doesn't require it always to be
some sanitized, controlled
expression of loving.
Will let me scream without an
analysis of some hidden dream.
Will follow my instruction
without question, take the lead to
where he knows I want to go and let go
without any reflection.
No, I don't want you to hurt me.
BUT I do want you to make me FEEL,
like the push of the needle into
a vein, rushing drug of choice
hitting like a sledgehammer.
Baby, be my white horse.
Don't stroke me with step by steps
from Cosmopolitan.
Let the hunger lead you.
Be my animal.
Lust be your lamp.
Let the torch lead the way.
Want me, love me, take me,
passion unleashed ferociously
but with great care.
There's more love to be had
than at the whim of long seductions,
unpredictability is overrated.
Let me know when and where,
the HOW will be sans prediction.
If I wanted hugs and kisses
without passion, I've got
a dozen girlfriends and
a stuffed animal collection.
Platonic sleep is for friends,
and I've got enough of those.
So, please my handsome love with the
Southern bad boy looks,
give me the gritty, dirty daddy
that you hide beneath the corporate clothes.
Originally Posted On Site: 2008-02-22 15:45:23
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