The Risks
The Risks
A females mind is busy.
It is like a highway of never ending thoughts.
It wonders lonely as a cloud, and is as dark as the depths of the deep blue sea.
You’ll never know what you’ll get once you’ve enter a females mind,
A world pool of questions asking
how, when, where and why.
Those questions can be answered if you have the right key
but if you don’t, just leave it up to me. Because I know how a female thinks
so come with me and enter at your own risk.
If you’re a male you’re not going to get far, it’s like running out of gas in a car.
So don’t think you know all that you can because you can’t figure us out even if you’re a man or a boy.
Our mind is not a toy
that you can just play with then toss to the side you have to rub it, console it, and give it full attention
to be able to get out what you want.
We might put up a front and fight,
but we know what we like.
Through the twist and confusion, there will be no losing,
all in the mind of a female.
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