Caught My Eye

It is so very hard to look away
when a man's masculinity is on display, at play
a thousand times a day
holding me in sway, until upon him
I prey.

Or until another one has me undone
unsprung, my sharp tongue unwrung.

And suddenly I'm once again chasing the frictions
of my predilections.

And the inflictions of my indomitable conflictions
have got me dreaming, and scheming
about a strong man that needs a good reaming
until mad with desire he finds he's finally creaming
that seething.

But don't forget, it's me that still teething.

So, soon I'll find another one, that fits like a glove
all the fantasies
I've yet to dream of
conceive of.

Could this be real love,
with his perfect eyes
and tender thighs?

A variety of sighs
he'd realizse
if only he'd give in
to my particular brand of sin.

Or until another one's caught my eye
as he passes on by
and with a wink
and a slink
and suddenly I can't think.

So, I follow
and tell him that I'll happily swallow
all em pretty lies
with my most inglorious
cries.


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