I’m a jovial man. I like to laugh.
I like to make people laugh. I like light-hearted and fun conversations. Save the deep thoughts for your girlfriends; I wanna see that smile and giggle.
But there are two places in life I get down to business. I don’t fuck around. I have a goal. I see it through.
With focus and intensity. With passion.
Work. And sex.
When I kiss you, you will know what I am thinking because my eyes are staring into the deepest recesses of your soul. My hands will encompass your neck. My anger will boil within me.
You will shiver a bit. Your knees are gonna wobble. You will become scared at times as I pin you down and with a bad temper, fuck the happy right off your face. Finger you until you try to push my hand away but your efforts are feeble and weak.
Sorry cupcake. I’m coming at you like a fucking Lion.
I don’t fuck around when I fuck around.