Oh gentleladies, please refrain from the fussing and the fighting!
There’s no need to risk your pressed-on nails, stiletto heels, or
synthetic weave hair
over this slender tender cut of man meat.
Surrender, for I am the splendor of my gender,
and there’s plenty of J-Romeo to go around.
So soak it in;
Savor my scintillating soufflé of suave sophisticated style and
social savoir faire.
You shouldn’t settle for sleazy self-satisfied sissy slugs
who savagely siphon the sanctity of your sumptuous spirit.
I shall swiftly and silently supersede the sorry slimy son-of-a-smother-sucker
who smugly slinks and snorkels slowly through the steamy stormy seas
of your sublime sexual sweet and sour soup.
Softly sing a soulful sultry song;
Submerge and seize this seductively-smooth sensual samurai stud
who simmers sensitively at the sight of your sloppy succulence.
Say so-long, sayonara to your suffering solitude.
Yes dear ladies,
I am man, hear me roar.
You’ve heard the folklore before.
Wait no more.
I make love, not war.
I implore, don’t judge the décor of the store.
Enter the door, survey the floor, build some rapport,
I assure I won’t bore you to snore,
I pour my guts on the shore with my dope rhymes galore.
I know your heart’s sore, and rebuilding’s a chore.
But don’t ignore this chance to explore and adore this lovelorn
So whatchyou waitin’ for, mi amor? You just might score!