A lovely guy wants to be looked at.
I never look back
I always look forwards
Down below
The breasts
The lips
The hips
The smiles
I look out at all of them
With open eyes
Look at me
Where I began
Now where I am
People are still
Looking for me
Isn’t that a matter of glee?
Come find me
My dear
Once again look at me.
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