Only Name

What he knows is only her name.
Yeah, he read her cranky email as well.
And he knows for sure she is a dame.
But what he can’t feel is her smell.

His wild fantasy kicks in furtively.
His mind already is flying over the Rockies.
His body sneaks in her bed surreptitiously.
His spirit possesses all of her goodies.

She spelled my name wrong,
but who cares as long as she is pretty?
She might be wearing a thong,
but he wouldn’t care as long as she has her titty.

Not sure why he writes this pathetic poem.
Who the hell is this womanizing bum?
I hope he is not me who’s dumb.

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