Whatever sells
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~ Wednesday, September 18, 2002
Poetically Correct by Chris Bridges As I look upon your face and form, your beauty bright, your gaze so warm, the most amazing things run through my mind. But I fear my motivations might incur some litigations from the collective rage of womankind. Now before I even start to flirt, before my comments disconcert, I'll run them by my legal retinue: "Any words that may inflame her, we will whip out a disclaimer and she'll know exactly what you mean to do!" So I offer from my soul and heart and from their legal counterpart this message of undying care and feeling. I'll be as "PC" as I can when I tell you of my plan to fuck you 'til my spunk drips from the ceiling. I really mean no disrespect to your enlightened intellect when I tell you I elect to be amazingly intrusive I'm so politically correct and most impressively erect and I'm beginning to suspect the two are mutually exclusive Oh, I want to live my greatest wish and prong you 'til you start to squish but I want to learn the lessons you can teach Show me equality and trust show me how to cure my lust show me just how high your shrieking voice can reach. You are a person, not a piece or just a mindless, sexy squeeze Your individual worth I recognize. Your uniqueness I admire as I pump with passion's fire 'Til white becomes the color of your eyes I bend to kiss your tender lips and run my hands across your hips and take you far from any chaperone And if you promise not to sue I'll greet you in a rendezvous and screw you 'til your sister starts to moan How can I put my fantasies into the proper legalese and thus avoid more A.P.B.'s for cops to start their dancing on my head Each time I see you on your knees I think I'm turning Japanese I beat my brain to cottage cheese to come up with the legal term for "bed". Don't want to make you codependent, don't want to be the new defendant in this year's biggest sex harassment case I'm dropping these romantic hints that what I want is to convince you that your rightful seat is on my face. I know I can't be too demeaning without some lawyers intervening just because I think your ass is cute. I simply wish to share my dreams taken to their far extremes and pray you don't decide to prosecute. Finally, I hope that you will please ignore your legal counsel so we can get together and unite Oh, won't you be my valentine (or, failing that, my concubine) I'll give you my full committment, for a night My intentions are all sensual as long as they're consensual and in my own defense you all must understand the message that I've sent My offers confidential are all inconsequential and though it may sound pitiful Whatever gets me laid is what I meant.
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