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Being Cougar Hunted

A man's wife wants to do the dirty......
She's looking at me from across the hall,

her husband's sitting, consumed in the ball.

I give a glance as she bites her lips,

I give a slight wink as I thrust my hips.

Another rum and coke bar tender, I'm being summoned.

A girl's mind has gone bad, and I'm feeling hunted.

Flick goes my bic, and a Marlboro has risen,

blowing out the smoke figuring that he might listen.

What are you talking about kid? I don't know what you see.

Take a look to the right, on the count of three.

Turning his head he caught her reaction.

Her finger to her lip, staring at her attraction.

What are you going to do boy, she is married you know?

I told him I know this, but her actions lean towards a hoe.

Should I enlighten his conscious that this woman is feening,

for my love and touch causing much intervening?

Not this one night, for the tension will build.

No one will know, and the fire won't be chilled.

I once was ignorant, just like the rest.

Until I realized, what I knew best.

Women are sexy, and lovers within.

That doesn't mean they don't think of a sin.

Try and be me and know what they're doing.

Keeping their power by who they are screwing.

Testing your brains, to see how tough you are.

And if you really match up, to the stud at the bar.

The best in bed are the ones that are single,

and live their life, to spread love and just mingle.

I can't change the rules, but I'll sure make a change,

to at least understand how people think about strange.

It's natural within, to want to mate,

but staying with one, will be put on a wait.

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