peri

each time i looked up, she looked to the floor,
she watched, i could see, as i went to the door.
she has a great body, sharp mind and more
but its men that i love, cock i adore,

i know the potential for trouble is there,
but i catch myself looking at the red of her hair
to take her and use her just wouldnt be fair
a selfish urge that morphs into a dare

shes is needy and helpless as a young cub
into the darkside she would be my sub
she wants to position herself in the hub
of the wheel that drives me and there in lies the rub

i sleep mostly with men, i just cant resist them
occasionally stirred, ill lift a skirt by the hem
to gaze at the knickers of a girls thats all femme
as a rose with her red hair, i could grasp by the stem

if i wanted to journey down that bisexual route
id certainly have her, shes awfully cute
viva la difference? we really dont suit
desires are fickle and without that the whole thing is moot.