You move across the bed
Like a cat on the prowl
You eye up your target
You're ready to pounce now
As you move in closer
You're ready to leap
When you catch your prey
It's them you always keep
You take them home with you
To put with all the rest
Little do they know
You'll put them to the test
You have so many to choose from
One for each day of the week
Then you have your way with them
Pleasure is all you seek
When you've had your way with them
You'll cast them aside
You'll look them right in the eye
Cold heartily you say, goodbye
You use them for your personal needs
You find that they amuse
The only use you have for men
Is to use them and abuse
9-29-07/RJH
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