tagErotic PoetryHe's a stud in my underware

He's a stud in my underware


He wears what he wants
and knows he looks good,
even in my underwear.

Tonight I look over and think,
'he must have none on',
and he looks at me knowing I see his balls hanging loosely in the air.

So I smile real big,
and lick my sweet lips,
Because he's sporting a hard-on there to.

And part of me shutters and I get the chills,
he knows I can't pass on this.
He knows he's a stud in whatever he wears,
and knows he's a stud when he doesn't.

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