Ode to a Stud

What could it be
That you posess
That makes us all
Fret and stress
Women feel it
Every type
Wanting you
For just one night
Old and young
Gay or straight
Carnal lust
A need to take
Dirty thoughts
We can't erase
A thousand fantasies
Just one face
Dreams of you
Stuck in our heads
Wanting you
In all our beds
Nipples hard
Upon our tits
Fingers rubbing
Sticky slits
Eyes closed tight
Just one face
Invading the fantasies
Of the female race