Opposites are the race of genders. Defender of the close friendship never enders. Proud member. With a handful of breasts having, vagina tender loving caring buddy buddies. Molded me like silly puddy or play doh, they know no closed door by I if they hit the road. There be the foes with lips loose never froze motoring bout our closeness equalling tangled toes. Underneath the table, if able i'm sliding in position to be the next hero of her fable. Labels given with negative tone but as they throw stones they will never strike my throne. Royalty myself with all of my shes that be right hand, left, and invisibles. Meaning this isnt a one man army, many weapons in this vehicle. Mad they are, fixating on that miracle. Nigga with camaro got it to impress whitey white chick to insure to be next. Yes, that is foolish at best. They dont know about the dreams I had left. Back up in the past because i wear reality on my chest. Flying above the hatred like there is also an S. Better yet, standing against all projectiles with me as the target. What i'll never get is the close minded thought that a penis and a vagina can't just coexist because it must be the sharing of fluids if it appears to be a closeness. Have your fits but she she she and she all can get love from me without showing tits. Stay pissed but chances passed for all, admit the miss. Admit the faults. Kiss my gritz. Call me names, call them a bitch. Still the evidence of sex or similiar events dont exist. It's with this I stand tall proud of the ones I call friend. All my beautiful, sexy, and lovely chicks. <3