I am like a kid in a candy store looking at men is what I adore! But my Heart Belongs To Daddy
OOOOOO Men gorgeous men!
I adore how they look, smell and grin!
Dark, tall, short and fair,
Long flowin locks or neat, groomed hair.
I adore to flirt and wiggle by,
I like to look and imagine what is behind each fly.
I ponder are they tittie men or men who likes a shapley booty,
I always preen for them, for I feel it's my duty!
I oogle, drool and blantantly stare,
I wink and blow air kisses, because I dare!
Each man is a beautiful piece of art,
Men are my favorite dish, I like them ala carte.
Muscled, buff with a melon-bunned ass,
Warchin them parade about is such a gas!
I go to the mall to window shop,
The man parade is non-stop!
After I get my fill, I have to run,
I must get back home before day is done.
Cause my Sexy Daddy is waitin for me,
He makes me purr contentedly.
I may flirt with all the adorable Laddies,
But I jest look, cause My Heart Belongs To Daddy.
ya gots to do yourn duty SC nice to know there are ladies out there
to inspire us man folk,plucking them wild hairs is worth the effort
we put in.
stan
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A collection of love poetry both relatable and unique.. Poems both joyful, playfu , yearning and romantic. The Poet has exposed his heart and soul in words of love and admiration. Take a journey through the thoughts of a Contempary poet of love. Poet
Love Tinka
Shame, shame, lo0k all you want
Hug......kiss.......love
Ron
And this poem belongs to another Daddy, and I know whos.
Georg
Newfie Hugs, Rose
Ann
Fee
to inspire us man folk,plucking them wild hairs is worth the effort
we put in.
stan