Too often I gladly see,
something flattering, helping me,
bouncing around and breaking free,
like rabbits fighting in a sack...!
studying the god given curves,
drooling again, like such awful purve's,
but you don't know, how it serves,
as we enjoy what eyes purvey...
delighted too, by your smile
reveals a beauty I won't revile,
and in this study we menfolk while,
adoring how you carry on...
I have longed to be real,
the man that you crave to feel,
where more than hope I get to steal,