Bragging, Or Conceited??
I have traveled far and near.
Being alone, I never fear.
Girls come to me like flies to honey.
No, I don’t have a lot of money.
They just want to be near me.
They know I like to be free.
They may leave, but soon come back.
They know I am where it’s at.
I save them from loneliness.
They long for my sweet caress.
They will do most anything.
To be around the joy I bring.
I don’t have to give them a line.
I don’t play games. I don’t have time.
I always tell them like it is.
They will stay, just for a kiss.
I have had this power over women
since I was just a young one.
Women come and women go.
Yet they want me in their show.
I’m not sure what they see in me.
If I knew I’d let it be.
Such a life is so rewarding.
I don’t have to feel I’m hoarding.
I can be free with my love anytime.
I can make any girl I want mine.
No, I am not bragging nor conceited.
It has been too often repeated.
This is just the way it is.
Still women say: “I want to be his.”
Maybe I should write a book.
I am sure many men would take a look.
Yet, it is nothing I can explain.
I was born this way, but it’s not a pain.
———————–R. W. Johnson—–(2016)