Whatcha looking at misterAll the things I should say
For some roll in the hay
My heart is a blister
Her body a twister
She just blows me away
Yet I will never lay
Not with this girl
Though the question remains
As I dream of my sin
Or they say, “That’s him”
Feels like I’m going insane
To not be a virgin
I wait for the when
Copyright © 2012, Will A. Bradford Jr. All rights reserved.
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