I met this bloke online, but he didn't float my boat.
So, I declined his offer to be a convenient poke.
Then he sends me a message online
'I suggest a bland dating site would suit you fine.'
After all this is a sex site.'
Well, I got this bee in my bonnet to set him right.
'Truly your assumption makes me feel vexed
What makes you think I don't want sex?
If the bloke is local and there is mutual attraction.
Then I am up for enjoying debauchery action.
But not every Tom Dick or Harry gets invited to share my snatch.
Because although I am not seeking the perfect match.
Discernment is very high on my list
And also, I insist
There also needs to be respect, rapport, and trust
As that adds spice to the lust.
That is why I claim to exercise my right to choose.
Unfortunately, when I say 'No thanks' many men like you blow a fuse.
But when they spit the dummy, I care diddly squat
The fact remains I don't willy nilly share my twat.
I am not the town bike or the convenient lay
Because at the end of the day.
Mindless sex I don't condone
I would rather dance alone
In fact, why miss the chance.
To do a solitary no pants dance?
Because doing the what cums naturally
Keeps the fire in my belly
And dancing my best moves
I am soon in the groove.
Especially if I wear the highest heels.
You can't imagine how it feels.
And sometimes I do a strip tease.
Or imagine sucking cock on bended knees.
Because when I salute my inner slut and strut my stuff.
It sends tingles to my amazing muff
Thankfully hitten the kitten does not have a use by date.
So that means I can merrily masturbate.
Until it's time to enter the pearly gate
And although I am rolling closer and closer to heaven's door.
I will always honour my sexual core.
Meanwhile I salute my wild woman who owns her inner slut.
And in her stilettos loves to strut
But if you think I am up for a mindless fuck.
You are definitely out of luck.