I do not think about you.
You never cross my mind.
When it comes to you, I'm deaf.
My inner eye is blind.
I don't see your lovely eyes.
Nor lips that I desire.
Not one thought about the bod
That sets my loins on fire.
The things that I would do to you...
Never speculation.
Rumors to the otherwise
Are pure defamation.
I do not look at your pics.
They do not make me growl,
Turn me into a lust filled beast,
Throw back my head and howl.
I do not think about you.
You never cross my mind.
The moon is made of cheddar cheese
And all the world is kind.