14.4.09

Guf

Give me a man that can grow a beard. Oh and make sure that he is kinda weird. White teeth and a sweet tongue, doesn't really matter if he is old or young. His hands have to be strong and his legs have to be long. He should play the harmonica and/or the banjo well, and really, really love the way I smell. Most of all Heather, make sure he won't flinch when I tell him that we belong together, forever and ever.

3 kommentarer:

H sa...

Du är så... Åtråvärd.

Anonym sa...

Follicles, check,
and well, what the heck,
I'm weird, I'll admit,
but my tongue is a hit
with both ladies and blokes
and inquisitive tokes
(That is, I would stress
when my words them caress)
I don't wanna boast
but I'm taller than most
and my hands pick a tune
- when it feels opportune -
upon most instruments
and on ladies - no gents.
As for smells, who can tell,
but it fits rather well
So suppose that it's I,
will you let me come by?

Cx

Lust och Fägring sa...

Men kanske inte värdig.

Cx, will you be wearing bells?