I have to write a poem on this
I can’t get over your sexy face
Your eyes are like they stare at me
Ok what are you looking at?
Your mouth seems to be saying something
I am not hearing you
As I am occupying with wicked theorization
Humm what is this guy thinking?
Is he always like he wants something?
What were you saying?
Shoot I can’t concentrate
Why does your mouth have to be so sexy so?
I don’t even know what I am saying
This is getting bad
Somebody rescues me
Before I do something I am not going to be
Responsible for
It’s not my fault
Really
I swear