Mine

Bland and blue, just my type,

light goatee, hair parted right,

falling forward; if there were hype,

he’d live up to it day and night.

 

I’d like to take him out to dance,

then try to get inside his pants.

I’d please him so well he’d find

he’d have no choice but to be mine.

 

 

Copyright 2013

T. Allen Culpepper

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