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boy into a man


People call me that pretty boy with all that swag but to me I turned that boy into a man and his swag into class. I fully understand the difference between love from lust & having sex too making love. I think different from your average guy. I might 19 but I got a mind set like I'm 30. See I have the ability to treat a women like a queen hold her heart in my hand & won't break it in pieces. In my eyes I'm not fascinated by your hips and your thighs but your personality and what's deep inside is what keeps me around. So you can call me that pretty boy with all that swag but when you meet me and get to know me I'll be that man with so much class
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