Time To Look
She would parade about the house
With a grin
That went from ear to ear
Flaunting herself
Without so much as
A stitch of clothes on
From the waist down
Taking poses
That would make Penthouse Magazine
Burst into flame
Forcing me
Let me repeat that…
“FORCING ME” to watch
And God knows
How difficult and terrible it was
For me to be put
In such a challenging situation
I hated every single minute
That I didn’t have enough time
To look
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