Over the cliff I go,
My curiosity – I want to know:
What are the secrets that you hold?
You bent over and I took a glance
Guessing what’s in those pants?
In a moment you stop and turn,
You caught me – what did I learn?
I’m thinking I need to be cool –
That is the golden rule . . .
After all we have never met,
And there is no reason for you to fret!
But you almost gave me a heart attack,
And my composure I can’t get back –
Just thinking of getting you in the sack!
Epaphroditus© January 18, 2024
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