The way he looks at me,
Flirtatious and full of life,
He doesn't yet know me,
Nor my fabulous gay life.

He is not gay- that I can tell,
But the way he looks at me,
I’m under his spell.

The sparkle in his eyes,
The secrecy of his smiles,
Butterflies in me churn,
Ones which fly for miles.

We have never spoken,
But I can't start now,
Because he wouldn't accept me,
Not then, not now.

He is so kind,
Filled with courage,
Rugby ball in his hand,
In the gym he takes his stand,
Well, what can I say,
That is my boy.

Have I told you lately how much I love you
Have I told you how I try
To be ok when we're apart
Even though you know I lie
For when we distance my heart is broken
And my spirit falls so deep
I cannot wait to be together
To hold you when I sleep
Your voice, your eyes, your lips, your thighs
Your laugh, your giggles, your *** when it wiggles
Your skin, your nose, your legs, your toes
It's all of you my darling, it's you I desire