I like it rough, I like my men tough, I like his arms rippling with muscles, and his abs cut. I want a real man, who can fix a sink, I want a strong man, who knows how to drink, (without puking) I like em rough, I like em tough, I like him big with a fat head, I like him buff, and when he loves me, I can hear him grunt, I dont want a pretty boy, with soft hands, I want him to be a warrior, with strength that commands, he can protect me when I need it, and can make a stand, and when the family is threatened, he's home to defend. I like him tough, I like him buff, I like him when he's honoroble, and not all bluff, and when he loves me, I like it rough. . .
Reason for writing:
Ya dig?
Birth sign: Libra
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