Is everything just an “I want”?
You know,
I brush up against you in the crowded hallway after the show,
Press my left breast into your upper arm,
And then later when discussing sexual meanings with another friend,
(I never did get to introduce myself to you),
Find out that left is dominant and right is submissive.
My dominant breast wants to give you a message;
Although it appears that you go for girly girls,
Just like so many fellows.
Your hair and mine could mess up side-by-side,
Your wiry arms and my big strong ones could tussle,
I could hold you down for a second,
But would rather you planted one muscular thigh on either side of my,
Whatever………
My hips, my shoulders, my shins, my face,
I’ll be happy.
