I’m Not Christian Grey

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I’m not Christian Grey
I don’t have money to burn
Women shouldn’t be bought
A point I easily discern
I don’t care how you live
But quit preaching of your escapades
I will never judge or condemn, but
I’m exhausted by your 50 shades
I don’t want the cameras rolling
Don’t need you to be impressed
For eternal happiness, I’ll bet
That vanilla sex might actually be best

*Author’s note: Just a little fun here. I’m not disparaging anyone’s lifestyle. I’m just trying to have some fun. I don’t care how you get laid, I just hope you do! 💋💚

**PS: If this offends you, perhaps you need a good spanking for taking yourself too seriously! 😉

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The Truth About Women’s Feet

  

Love wrapped around my mind like a shroud

Full of colors, spectrums & radiant splashes

Not a day without engulfing sunshine

Blinded by pantyhose & false eyelashes

I believed in the fairytale courtships

Sipping champagne from glass slippers

Lovely damsels in need of gentlemen

Revealed to be crude strumpet strippers

My soul could not take this detail

Where was my love with elegant class

Distraught in this new reality

Stuck on feet made for crystal glass

How could my dreams unravel so

This giving me pause to think

Now I understand the truth

That women’s feet actually stink