Into these eyes
Many have fallen
Whenever the face rises
Like the sun in the morning
Never to play, no, never to slay
But to accentuate what the lips say.
On these lips
Many stares have lingered
Many have stolen more than a glimpse
At it their hooded eyes stared
Never to drop, no, never to stop
But to wish for the Food Chain’s top.
Hmm! This nose…
Many have longed to touch and stroke
They wish they were as close
That I am their personal bloke
Never, yes, never to be no more
But to remain so now and forever more.