The Cadaver Collection

Look, No Touch

Long white legs

freshly shaved.

Check yourself,

are you in my way?

It's not attractive

the pout on your face.

I'm not sending pics. 

I don't play by day.

I feel the breeze 

from turning heads.

It's a welcome thing,

heat off my neck. 

I run hot at night,

but breathe ice all day,

hotter still

with my hair down again. 

Here's the thing:

it's look, no touch. 

But it's a treat to look,

my body is a drug.

You can let your hands roam,

might catch me with some mercy

and for a couple of seconds

you might get a little lucky.

But when the luck runs out,

I know my worth

and you won't keep those pictures

that you you don't deserve.

I really don't care 

if it's fair or not,

they still keep playing

so it's not my fault. 

And when I find the guy

that I show everything,

he'll finally understand

why I play so dirty.