YOU KNOW THAT PERDUE AD THAT SAYS "PARTS IS PARTS"??

WELL, THIS IS AN " ODE TO CLAYS PARTS " FOR YOUR PERUSAL


Clay Aikens lips- where do I start
Just the thought of them quickens my heart
Pouty and full, curved in the right place
an asset to handsome face-
The two little freckles placed just on the bow
attracts the eye and the need to know
Just how tasty those luscious lips are
Imagination can take the mind far!

 

Clay Aikens eyes- of luminous green
The greenest eyes you have ever seen
In their depths you could drown , they pull you in
while the promise within them could lead you to sin
Luminous, radiant, soulful and bold-
they penetrate your very soul.



Clay Aikens neck so long and lean
invites the lips to explore this scene
When he reaches his notes the cords stand out
the voice comes out natural, theres no need to shout
To nuzzle that neck is a goal we all crave-
absorbing clays essence-with or without the shave



 

A button here, a button there
And suddenly the neck is bare
A little tuft of ginger hair
and Claygirls analyze and stare
We long to see Clays naked chest
the promise of a furry nest
to rub our cheeks and lips upon
ok that does it...I am gone!

 

 The gentle breeze of a wayward fan
caresses Clay as no one can
the button open, the shirt blows about
and tantalizing skin peeks out
the hint of a bellybutton, and ginger fuzz
Imagination starts to buzz
and promises of more revealed
Claygirls thudded, fainted and squealed

 

 Clays long fingers caress the mike
The strength and beauty the Claygirls like
As they gently trail along the stand
We dream we are in the promised land
Where those long fingers run through our hair
Caress our skin and make us aware
To be loved by Clay would be a wondrous thing
And in the afterglow our Clay would sing!

 

  Long lean legs attract our eyes
The strength and power of Clays thighs
Bending his knees as he belts out those notes
Jumping and dancing as he emotes
Although his shoes are thirteen in size
Those powerful legs still tantalize
 

I THINK THIS IS THE "END " OF MY POETRY


 

 Most aptly named were the “Pants of Perfection”
They showcased the ASSets of our Clays rear section
Fitting quite snugly they opened our eyes
Those untucked shirts could no longer disguise
Our Clay has a rear that is rounded and cutie
The pants of perfection showed off Clays Bootie

 

 

 

FOR JUST A MOMENT WE HELD OUR BREATH

A GLIMPSE OF SKIN

 

GOOD LORD ABOVE CAN IT POSSIBLY BE

A GLIMPSE OF TUMMY FOR ALL TO SEE

By: Marilyn