Mailman

He wants to know if he can run his fingers through my hair

Also wants to know if he can hop around my hole

Wants to see my skirt rise abuxt my hairless thigh

He wants to run up close and score the winning goal

He can't see me

He cannot hear me

He can't smell or touch me

He sure as hell can't touch me

Read his writing sloppy scripping scratched out on some rags

The words he uses the thought he thinks is getting under my skin

I send his letters return

He can't see me

He cannot hear me

He can't smell or touch me

He sure as hell can't touch me

He wants to know if he can run his fingers through my hair

Also wants to know if he can hop around my hole

Wants to see my skirt rise abuxt my hairless thigh

He wants to run up close and score the winning goal