Once, my nerves were calm like the sea
when taking a nap,
my hormones were a flock of sheep
behind a shepherd and his staff,
my innocence was safe
like precious stones kept in the safe,
you could say my Johnson, is like the
calmness that envelopes the day.
Since you came into the picture,
your figure eight, has unsettled my sea,
my hormones are no longer a flock of sheep
and my innocence is no longer safe,
your thought keeps tickling my Johnson,
daily showing me a slideshow of your breasts,
your cleavage; a beautiful and sexy window
has gotten my eyes totally hooked on.
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