Some things are great,
Some things are bad.
I know you’re glad,
you seal my fate.
My heart beats; my stomach moves,
I look at you,
I feel nervous and drool
As I feel your grooves.
I run for miles to be close to you, you see.
I get so anxious being away.
I think about how you sway,
When I first lie on you; then I dream.
And what you are?
It is obvious.
What did you bring to the potluck? 