Search me thoroughly with your lips,
I've got nothing to hide, not much,
Except what's between my hips.
A simple touch is not too much,
Even an adoring stare,
But don't even begin to think,
About touching me down there.
A small caress every now and then,
Maybe tickling when it's right,
I don't mind just making out,
But I remind you that I'm still tight.
Thank you for understanding my demands,
And waiting until the time is right,
And if you are a good little boy,
It might be your lucky night.
July 22, 1995