Written by: Leonard Taormina

What is it that has happened where you claimed that you had won?
And what is it you hoped to gain when all of it was done?
Serious and dangerous that’s the thing that you can’t see;
I suggest that you are careful when coming up on me.
Hold tightly to your secrets there’s a thief here where you stand
Can’t you feel the probing that’s passing through your hand?
I am not about your panties; nor am I on a quest;
I’ve had my share of trophies; that’s not what I like best.
Inside is there a person that maybe no one’s ever seen’
For that I might go searching beyond what’s in your jeans.
If you open up those doors so maybe I might have a clue;
For that I’d always be there in times when you are blue.