one day he walked in the room
wearing nothing but a sheet
and my god how you couldn't keep your eyes off
the question of your sexuality
clung to each little fold
and hung like a neon sign just below his navel
you weren't sure if it was taunting you
or he was
but it was all too clear that you had a problem
and it was
that you were entirely too happy to let him be
your little problem
YOU ARE READING
this poem is SHER locked
Poetry~a collection of poems inspired by the bbc show sherlock~ i've recently been obsessed with this show and writing poetry so boom here are the two together. *spoilers, duh*