a comb to the hair and a splash of cold water to the pre-rosied cheeks. a malicious curiosity of the taste of a womanly-whore’s fruit. scuffed, overgrown eyebrows and pure self-centred confidence, lacking genuine interest in the minds of those packing fat-sacks on their chests. rusted lips full of lies, slowly whispering away dirty secrets. hidden in shit-stained, brutal eyes. two shots of rum, maybe three or four chased with stupid compliments about girls' weights and kill-scores. oh, but the chiselled jaw-line and enormous pecks are what a girl wants, right? who dares to present a faithful attitude these days, we just need an above average height. with a subtle squint to our eye and a puckered cupid bow, we’ll steal their innocence with a simple hello. birthed to grab hearts and toss them away, no need to ask permission, just look this way. a tap on the shoulder and a nip to their necks don’t be mindful of a woman’s mind, they’re all just simple objects. assumptive of dimmed lights and base-hard tunes, how could those women ever detect us as crudes. let our saliva drip from our kiss and ingrain them in their souls, only just know how deliberate we are to trap you into our endless lovers scroll. there are some men with a mosaic of kindness and just the right amount of tongue, but be cautious, those are the ones in the rinky-dinky-cars riding shotgun.
