The Eyes Have It
by Patt Paulos-Darrow
Blue eyes watching every move he makes.
They are trying not to be noticed for goddess sakes.
Jim would die if he knew how he was thought of.
He would simply die if he found how much I did love.
When he bends, I am there to dream.
To have him, oh goddess, I wish to ream.
I can't seem to think, I can't seem to talk.
I want to have him till neither of us can walk.
I want to be the driver, what do you think of my odds?
To see him naked soon, to eyeball his rod.
I am starting to drool, soon Simon will be shouting.
But that is okay, cuz I can always play Blair is pouting.
Get back to work that is the ticket.
Oh lordy, how I really, really want to lick it.
I wonder how I can address this, bring it to his attention.
If I were standing naked in the loft, I wouldn't need to mention.
That might scare him off, I must first see if he likes the notion.
Then we can figure out who does what in all of that motion.
He might like the idea; I must get busy right away.
To see what I should do, to see what I should say.
Busy, busy, I don't have time to plan.
Oh, there's the ticket I will tell him I want to go out with a man.
We will see what he says, and then what he decides.
And with any luck I might be getting some free rides.
Simon just told us to go home, wasn't worth a damn.
He means my working, Jim is such a ham.
He got all upset, he got all defensive.
Wow, I could keep this up and see what gives.
He is so cute, I can' t seem to keep my eyes on the road.
I kid you not, he will make me about lose my load.
I need to figure this out, ask him soon.
What will he do, send me to the moon?
I sit him down, he looks so scared.
I ask him if he loves me, he wasn't prepared.
He says of course he does, what did I think?
As he heads to the kitchen to get us both drinks.
As he sits down, I ask him again.
I ask him how he feels about us both being men.
He has that sweet smile going on, he doesn't seem mad.
Oh suddenly I am happy I asked him, very, very glad.
He grabs me by my shirt and pulls me close.
He does love me, and wants to give me his own dose.
He talks to me with works of love, making me smile.
I haven't heard anything this great in a long while.
He loves me, and now wants to have his way with me.
Now I need to tell him, what I want, and see if he agrees.
I want to have his ass; I want him to be all mine.
I want to fuck his brains out until the sun doesn’t shine.
His ass will be mine, I can tell by the look on his face.
As we head for the stairs, on with the race.
My word, he is sexy, I can't hardly seem to keep track.
As I pull him down fast and throw him on his back.
He is more than willing, my God, what a slut.
At least we won't be finding ourselves in some kind of rut.
He is ready, he is pleading with me to hurry.
As he rubs my chest and tells me it is furry.
I am so grateful that Simon sent us home.
And from here we aren't likely to roam.
I will be fucking this man, every chance I can get.
And thanking my stars, that Jim is who I call pet.
I look into his eyes and I see staring back is love.
I am thanking God, in the heavens above.
He loves me, do you believe it now?
Cuz I must tell you, he is hot, holly cow.
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