My forehead starts to sweat and temperature rises,
Looking at you, my thoughts aren’t s surprising.
The curbs of your hips turn me on,
The voluptuousness of your breast thrills me.
The pucker of you full lips give me a rise.
Wow, I’m hypnotized.
I’m so sick I can’t drive.
My mind is blown thinking of you just,
These symptoms I’m having are me sick with lust.
by Sterling P. Carroll
