I haven't decided what game I'm playing,
But this is my opening move:
I'll write a sexual, passion-displaying,
Honest poem to you,
and I'll tell you how my game ends,
what I intend to do:
My waves will crash 'til your walls relent,
and pour ecstasy into you,
But before you relent, you'll probably ask
For a measure of me as a man.
The best way to tell is the firmness of grasp
Of the words in my strong right hand,
But if I am ever to truly compete,
You will require more.
Observe the size of the footprints I leave
In the language I explore.
Whoever named today hump-day
Is a lucky SOB,
But I've been saving up good luck,
So why can't that be me?
But this is my opening move:
I'll write a sexual, passion-displaying,
Honest poem to you,
and I'll tell you how my game ends,
what I intend to do:
My waves will crash 'til your walls relent,
and pour ecstasy into you,
But before you relent, you'll probably ask
For a measure of me as a man.
The best way to tell is the firmness of grasp
Of the words in my strong right hand,
But if I am ever to truly compete,
You will require more.
Observe the size of the footprints I leave
In the language I explore.
Whoever named today hump-day
Is a lucky SOB,
But I've been saving up good luck,
So why can't that be me?
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