You say you love,

but you don’t.

One sniff 

and I could tell,

Your just like all the rest.

You need.

You want.

You’re nothing

but a cheapened

celebutante

with your

look at me now

and your

come hither eyes,

Knowing how to

tip all those skirts

much like all the other guys.

That’s well enough,

you’re clearly

eager 

to 

‘please'.

I can tell,

you’ve no strength of heart

and your in luck

 I’m no longer fighting off boys.

but

 Shh,.. 

I don’t give a shit about your words,

I’m only interested in your

great 

strength

of 

‘knees.'

.j.