I'm no hero, though I've always wanted to be. I respect the ladies and love them dearly, yet I nearly look in them to see what they have forbidden to me.
A swelling breast, the gentle rise of their mound, the delight of bedroom eyes, are what I've found to be an invaluable prize. Though true to say their mind is my greatest find.
I lust like any other man, more so, I merely keep in mind the truly important things in my life, whomever I know, in spite of the strife in my life. 'Tis truly so.
If I tried to flirt, I'd lose my shirt and the respect my friends have for me. I'd lose all that I've built so painstakingly. In fact, I believe, my rating in that is zero. I'm no hero.
I just try to be kind whenever I find someone walking the path that led me to despair. Check the math, too many are already there. I can't abide the feeling inside where compassion
Used to reside.
I'm no Hero.
I am not responsible for how you choose to interpret what I say.