You tease me with these little peeks
When there's been no sign for bloody weeks
Then a pic appears and oh my god
Its you in a hoodie flashing the bod.
You reach up to pull on the hood
Knowing full well you're looking good
Sunglasses on, unmistakeably male
My eyes are riveted on your happy trail.
This trail of hair, my eyes they linger
I want to trace it with my finger
Should my hand dip to the pleasure dome
I know I've found my sweet way home...