My Playtime

It's your mind I desire to study and learn from.      
But boy, That thing that hangs between your legs..  
Makes me weak.      
Let me have my days off from a mind so pure and study  
this thing you have for me, Let me study it's every ridge  
and bump with my warm hands.      
An essay I would write for you, About you and what that  
thing does to me. To be up close and personal, An exam  
about this I would sit and take, before it in silence I would,  
To pass with flying colours I would work towards, To pray  
for a pass mark like the one's I'd leave opun you as my  
fingers dig into your grade A I wish to recieve. To greet  
with a warm handshake and soft kiss on each cheek, Making  
a friend, Indeed, A friend in need is one indeed.      
 
Mind studies are over boy..      
Let the playtime begin.