These girls

These girls

These girls, they are everywhere! They all want me. I have become a mere possession, a collectors item. Something devoid of feelings and to hang around proudly, boastfully, like I were a Da Vinci classic. Everyday I am propositioned. Everywhere it’s the same, “we love you”, “Marry me”, “We can’t live without you”! The numbers are overwhelmingly against me because I am the one like Jet Li. My competitors can’t fill the gap. Sometimes I get tired of being the best but what can I do? Greatness defines me and women can smell the aroma. They love me, what can I do? Truth be told they are a reflection of me, sometimes it will get creepy and they’ll stalk me but big deal. It’s fine, a little crazy never hurt anyone. Sometimes I put on disguises, I conceil myself like a mask but the whole situation is a fail because I want it like an addict. They validate everything I am, an unstoppable force! Sexual energy is just a lagging instrument like a moving average, a byproduct. These girls concoct plans about landing me in bed. Sending me pictures like “You can totally tear this up”. But I am two steps ahead, I know your motivations, I won’t be biting your bait. Besides, I can’t be tearing up everything. I know animal attraction when I see it. It’s spontaneous, a glare in someone’s eyes. Unexplainable but actionable. A burning desire scorching like a bushveld. These girls, they are everywhere! They can’t get enough of me, they all want me!