Young god, head held high,
proud mane blowing
in the city's dirty breeze,
clothes just enough wrinkled
to make a woman believe
you just climbed out of a quickie
or stepped off of page 42
in this month's GQ.
Do you mind that I turn and look
as you walk by?
No, of course not.
You don't see me as a threat.
You don't even see me at all.
But give me ten more years ...
by then, I'll be old enough
to reach over
give your ass a squeeze
and say
mmmm ... nice buns.
Oh, this is good. At my age there is nothing to grab...soooo...could you just pinch me on the cheek and say, 'I bet you used to be a cuty'.
Adonis,hmmmm lol
Rusty
you Ladies have all the fun
William
Peace & Love
Adonis,hmmmm lol
Rusty