_____by T E Vaughner

If asked to describe it I don't think I could
This throbbing in my crotch every time I see you
Smiling
Laughing
I love your little pimp walk
And the way you talk
So soft spoken with that Louisiana lilt
And Sweet Jesus!
The thoughts that fly through my head
When you flash those puppy dog eyes
Makes me quake with desire
But it's no use thinking this way
'Cause if I ever got the chance to meet you
I'd probably collapse under the weight
Of my own longing
Right there at your feet
And really now,
What sort of first impression would that make?

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