Where is the man,
That will take me out?
Show me a good time,
And what love’s all about.
One that will be sensitive,
Yet still be a thug.
Will love me unconditionally,
Get me out of any hole I’ve dug.
One with broad shoulders,
Tall, with caramel skin.
Full lips, a nice fade,
And knows how to drink gin.
Clean shoes, clean fits,
Paying job, nice car.
Whenever I need him,
He’s not very far.
No bitches, no numbers,
No games, no lies.
Everything he needs,
Is in me and my thighs.
Knows how to cook,
Cleans up his own mess.
Gives me everything I need,
Except for the stress.
Massages my feet,
Brushes my hair.
How he acts behind closed doors,
His partners are unaware.
For he’s a sensitive thug,
One who can hold his own.
Whether at home or on the street,
His loyalty is shown.
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Submission Name: Sensitive Thug
