The Art of Getting Lit Laid

Ode to the Men of Climax Unlimited

Behold these men, a curious breed,
Armed with wit, and words that bleed.
Brains like steel, tongues like sin,
Every thought a place I ache to begin.

They spar with logic, they tease with rhyme,
They stretch each sentence till it’s borderline crime.
Philosophers by day, rogues by night,
They ruin with laughter, then ruin with might.

They juggle ideas, sharp as a blade,
Turn coffee to fire, and blushes to shade.
Intelligence dripping, seduction refined,
A dangerous cocktail that ruins the mind.

And yet - what’s worse, or maybe divine
They do it in chorus, they do it in line.
A band of brothers, each wicked, each bold,
Each capable of pleasure stories yet untold.

So here’s to these men, impossible to disguise,
Sexy as hell - with danger in their eyes.
I know where the danger is!
 
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