Pllayer

Skin like midnight, teeth like ice, player of players, god amongst vice. Darkness his playground, in clubs and bars, He hunts and he preys, in alleys and cars. White flesh or black, he has not a care brown, yellow, pink - as long as it's fair. He smiles, he laughs, with words that are said, it's all a distraction, a means to their bed. One night of passion, gift that he finds, Ultimate sharing, passion that binds. Morning soon shines, his needs have been sated, Phone number taken, a promise related. He floats through life, bedposts to notch, Single intention, a route to their crotch. Big city life, so many to spoil, Joblike his work, serious toil. No need for feelings, no need to care, exctasy rules, pleasure to share. Meaning to his life? a chuckle, a laugh, Fulfilling his genetic law, following his path. We are on this orb to breed, love has no home, his primary edict, to not be alone. He will die a lonely man, conquests awhile, but when he does go, he'll have one hell of a smile.