In a shopping mall
In a communal changing room
I saw him in his undies
So aged and frayed they were
practically see through
And boy did I stare
Till he covered his cock with his hands
And went beet red
But later, out on the street
He asked if I'd like to meet
Up for a drink
And the only thought I could think
Was yes please, one teaspoon
Of  fresh cream would do
nicely thank you
Later, in bed
I told him of the thoughts
that had filled my head
And he smiled and said
'I know', I  was thinking
About drinking
you too.