Watch all you like
But never touch
I'm not for you
Though towel-clad hope I offer
I mean, look at you
Do you really think
In your wildest dreams...
You see, I can do better
I have done better
Time and time again
Too many times...
Two years ago
And forty, fifty lovers prior
You might have stood a chance
Your belly doesn't droop THAT low
And that guy there in the tub has more body hair
Smaller cocks than yours have touched my lips
So eighteen months
And sixty lovers ago
I might have given you the gift of me
But now
My sheets are worn
And my cock doesn't stir at the slightest hint of manness in the air
Mr. Right might walk through that door
As soon as I let you unwrap my towel
So you see
A year and seventy men ago
I'd have been yours
But I'm running out of time.
Don't be offended
Take it like a man, find someone else
What about him?
He seems your caliber...
As for me...
I'll just keep looking