your little problem

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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

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 navelyou weren't sure if it was taunting you...

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