Looking at the mirror in birthday suit
poetry I'm ready now just for you,
pen in hand,starting from the eyes so cute
going down the chest for a poem new
a hairy path traversed by hardly few,
down the line crazy six packs waiting there
a little pause--which way to go from here?
Taking courage,further down--moody toy-
keep in mind-'To be handled with much care'
that's all--now don't call me a naughty boy!
Placement:7th; ( May 2012)
Contest:Your Birthday Suit