How's your Dick??

From the first moment I meet you
I am curious about your dick.
If you’re particularly attractive I’ll be acutely aware of it,
there in your trousers.

I might not even be able to see it –

some guys wear nice tight jeans
that show off exactly where it is,
how big and which way it’s hanging,

but others are more modest and shy –
they’ll hide it in baggy trousers or under long hoodies.
That’s a shame, but it doesn’t really stop me.

Your cock is something I’m immensely curious about.
It doesn’t really matter if I fancy you or not –
your dick is still a dick, and it’s still something
I don’t have but want to see.

Are you cut or uncut?
Is it nice and thick?
How much does it grow when you get turned on?
How hairy you are down there?

When boys on the train sit with their legs wide open,
make no mistake – I’m looking. Subtly, of course.
I want to know more about your dick.
I want to see it.

If I can make out the shape of it
in the crotch of your trousers,
all I’ll be able to think about is
what it would be like to sit on.

I’ll look at you too –
in the pub, in the street, on the bus.
In the hope that you might be sporting
the beginnings of a nice fat erection.