Johhnyboy...

Just a little poem about a guy i met while working in a butcher shop...

First time, I only saw your eyes
They caught me like a trap for mice.
And every day I long to see
Them staring back and wanting me.

At work, I see you “en naturel”
No pretty clothes, no car, no gel.
You work, you sweat, you’re all in blood
Yet, still you are a fucking stud.

You fill my head with kinky things
The way you handle chicken wings,
But as you reach to help me out
Your future wife begins to shout.

When you are near, you smell so good
Your voice can put me in the mood
Just grab me rough like striploin steak
Your touch alone can make me shake.

Don’t give me compliments or flowers
On me, they don’t work with same powers.
Don’t make me yours, or an obsession
I’ll never be someone’s possession.

Just keep this simple, clean, and light
Don’t hate the way I love to fight.
I want to suffer from your bite
And be your secret dynamite.