No Base Yet

Fate gave me the gift of wordplay instead of foreplay.
She wanted me to use my mouth in a different way.

I am never hit on, only hit by females.
Where is my princess from all these fairy tales?
I am the baddest batter; why don't I get a pet?
Maybe it's because I don't have a base yet.

All dolls make my hope for love deflate.
I'm tired of asking Mai Self out on a date.
I will no longer be deceived by your kind.
I thought up of some perfect maid in my mind.

If you want to touch my naked eye,
I don't have to rely on DIY.
My tongue is in cheek; can it also be in yours?
You make Love 101 look like an easy course.

If your hair is a medal, I want either bronze or gold.
No silver; being treated like number two is getting old.
You can make all dreamers say it on CNN.
"I will never commit suisex again."

You easily pushed and opened my buttons.
If you're honey, then I want to be a glutton.
I want to wrestle with TNA and be locked in this vice.
You're the best thing since bread that has been sliced.

I was shot by your weapons of mass seduction.
I was a little death caused by your destruction
but my heart still pounds with a loud beating.
You shot me and I'm alive; you must be cheating!

Venus, all your touches were with (ch)arms so fake.
Your ring gave my heart 7 seconds before it breaks.
I thought the both of us felt this spark
but you wired me and left, just for a lark.