No Man's Land

Another throwback poem I wrote about my best friend.

I am the kind of man that's strong,
I exude tip top physical shape.
Can't you just smell my testicular fortitude?
I am no man
Whoa man.

I am the kind of man that's confident.
I'm not going to lie that I strut.
I know what I got.
I am no man
Whoa man.

I am the kind of man that's sure.
I know what I want
If I can't decide, I have everything.
I am no man.
Whoa man.

I am the kind of man that's hot.
That's right. 
I'm hot.
You see me and you want to do me.
I'd do me.
I am no man.
Whoa man.

I am the kind of man that has potential.
You don't only see where I've been
But where I'm going.
You want to be on that trip.
I am no man.
Whoa man.

I am the kind of man that you need.
You see me for all I am.
You know I can make all of your dreams come true.
You know I'll do it just for you.
Doesn't matter your race, shape, size, religion or gender.
Doesn't really matter what your wear.
I'm just the type of man you need,
But I am no man.
Whoa! Man!
I am woman.

Author's Note

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