The Q-Universe: Loosing My Senses
I just found a new quarry;
of my childish admiration, he should be wary
having admirers have no quota
so, I’m ready to line up even to the gutter.
Starring embarrassingly, I have no qualms
to his chocolate and well built arms.
The Afro makes him quaint,
his obvious protruding gluteus
is about to make me faint.
He responds with a look quite queerly
that actually shows I’m doing things too early.
How expensive is his emotion?
Trust me, I can handle its quotation
without a quiver, forever and ever.
Oh boy! Right now, I don’t mind a quickie
b’cos I’m gradually feeling silly
just kiss me and I promise we’re quits
and I’ll let it hang on my lips like sweets.
I may be nurturing a wish quite quixotic
but the feeling is unbelievably exotic.
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