To a girl with little sense,
Enough of gullible scent.
Allure no unhelpful insect
Invading nursery fence.
Guy as a wandering ant
Aiming whack of naughty act
Bit by bit bites into nest.
In pursuit of sugary content
He's friend for self interest.
Virtuous girls on his duress
Only few pass his bed test.
Refrain from one he's to mess.
On you he's placed a bet
With friends he told you've bent.
To show he's best potent
Your vestal he needs to dent.
Such guys decoy respect
Against your self intent.
They are perverse,
Lavishing up to last cent
But rich in lustful accent.
Aren't you to them a pest?
You feast where they manifest.
You wear sleek and loosely dress
Upon fit skimpy mini skirt
With feet wears-like for conquest.
Bearing face with mixture paint
You cat-walk out of being saint.
Modesty blind in your closet.
Guys eyes bulge within socket
Tongues roll to quench lustful thirst.
Mouths running wanting a taste
Courtesy your cheap jingled fest.
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