Three hours into our date <br />And many cocktails later <br />I’m in an utterly desperate state <br />With sensations growing greater <br /> <br />It feels like a massive legion <br />Of soldiers doing an mind-blowing job <br />At stirring desire in my nether region <br />Rousing it, making it throb <br /> <br />I’ve never felt such yearning bestowed <br />To me between moist thighs <br />If you touched me I bet I’d explode <br />But I’m chatting calmly, in disguise <br /> <br />I do enjoy your conversation <br />But it's like I've waited hours and hours <br />And with increasing desperation <br />I can’t wait to dropp my trousers <br /> <br />If only a bit of silence resumed <br />Then I'd say: ‘please excuse me’ <br />I’d make a dash to the ladies room <br />‘cos I desperately need to pee<br /><br />Lea Simpson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-can-t-wait-to-drop-my-trousers/
