Eye C U
What I see, would have to be imagined; because I know not, how you look.
Of course I would see your lips and your breasts; but tell me this. Can you cook?
I would see in between—your ears. I call them--eyes.
I’d see your arms, your nether region, your hair, your nose, your legs and your thighs.
Yeah, I’m looking for an intellectual companion. A booty call for the season? Well that’s up to you.
But I would like to say, I come from “the old school”; so please, don’t call me boo.
As far as what’s not exposed, to the naked eye, well it’s like this.
If you don’t have an intelligent mind, forget about the fuck. You wouldn’t even get a kiss!
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