Behind the Fly
It always happens when you walk on by
but also when I catch your eye
that unmistakable feeling
of pressure behind my fly
I'm not a slob or even a perv
but you bending over really extends my nerve
It reminds me of your sexy shape
or the shutter I feel when I kiss your nape
which, of course, then stretches the coiled tape
you know I will forever be your guy
too many to mention the reasons why
of how you satisfy what's behind the fly
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