curious about dick

From the first moment we meet,
Curiosity ignites, oh so discrete,
Your manhood, hidden beneath your attire,
Attractive or not, it sets my desire.

Some flaunt it proudly in tight jeans,
Displaying its size, oh, what a scene,
While others choose to keep it discreet,
Under hoodies or pants, it's quite a feat.

But regardless of fancy, or how you appear,
Your manhood still holds a certain allure,
Cut or uncut, thick or thin,
Oh, the secrets hiding beneath your skin.

Curiosity lingers, a burning flame,
How much does it grow when you're aflame?
And the question of hair, oh, how daring,
Inquiring minds can't help but be caring.

On the train, legs open wide,
A subtle glance, I can't hide,
For I long to know more, my heart would rejoice,
To catch a glimpse of your hidden voice.

In the pub, on the street, or a bus,
I steal glances, oh, what a fuss,
Hoping to find a sign of attraction,
The beginnings of a wondrous erection.

Oh, the thoughts that dance in my mind,
As I imagine what pleasure I might find,
But for now, my longing shall persist,
To explore the secrets your trousers conceal, I insist.