He has thick hairy thighs
That stand out in his Levi's
He's great and because of this
He has the mouth I kiss

He has round blue eyes
They are above me, my skies
Sometimes they look my way
When I catch him, he's great I say

His smooth great hands
Are what my skin demands
As he has me alone tonight
I know, although, he'll make it right

Because he's great that way
When he's up ready to play
And to his greatness I can be lead
When he takes off his pants
and let's me give him head.

1/12/2005/0330 cj

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