I once kissed a gyrl who's lips...
were softer than rose petals.
She had an infectious personality...
and never listened to heavy metal.
I often fantasize about those lips...
and smooth thighs and curvy hips.
Usually when I'm home alone...
or on long business trips.
There was once this other gyrl...
who's skin tasted like the sweetest creme.
whip cream blended with ice cream...
made me wonder if she was a dream.
Only until I kissed her and felt...
she was as real as you and I.
When I reflect on our time together...
it makes me smile and sigh.
I've had some beautiful womyn in my life...
yummy enough to be edible.
I can only imagine what my future holds...
cause I know it will be incredible.