I love men

It is such a great high. Since it’s the month for love, I’ve decided to stroke your ego’s a bit you big studs out there: I love men. I love the smell of a man, the way you walk, the way your ass looks in jeans, your voice, and the way you shave. I love the way you grab me around my waist with just the right amount of pressure. I love when you look at me like I’m so fucking beautiful you want me right now. God, that’s the best. If I like you of course. If I don’t that would suck for you. Anyway, oh yeah, I’m supposed to be stroking your egos: I love watching how you act with your friends, I love your hands and your shoulders and arms. Mmmmm. Dancing with you rules. I think slow dancing can be better than sex. I absolutely love taking a shower with you and watching you rinse out your hair. Is that weird? I like when you order what I wanted for dinner. I like when you are my king and I am strong enough to meet you head on as your queen. That’s pretty intense. Some of you young dorks won’t have a clue what I’m talking about but I don’t really give a shit because I’m not writing to you anyway. The men I’m talking about know who they are. They know they rock. So, have you found your queen yet? The one who makes you feel like a king with a glance? If you haven’t, don’t worry, she’s out there. Waiting to rule the world with you. Below, is a poem I found that couldn’t be anymore true. This is how to love. This is passion. Learn it. Know it. Live it. Oh, and I just want to say to all my guy friends in my life that I love you. You make being single fun. You are all so unique. It kicks ass! Happy Valentines Day!

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