Love: Man Crush
Every time I look at him,
I see a man looking back,
A man with a gorgeous, handsome face,
A man who’s so relaxed,
And as he turns away each time,
I take note below his waist,
And need to hold myself together,
For his a$$ is perfect shaped,
I cannot believe such a man exists,
This specimen of pure delight,
This man who’s probably not into me,
That I dream about every night.
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