Bestill my Bagwell loving heart....

[oppossum]

Jeff Bagwell

When you spit, it makes me laugh

Your eyes make my heart sore

Your catch makes my knees week

And I want you more and more

You’re stern, yet graceful

Just like your swing

Who knows what the future holds for us

And what plans it may bring

Maybe you will leave your wife

In search of the right one

And when you finally find me

We will

Comments

Can we make it a menage a trois?

[anonymous]

Cuz he's so damn fine.

-buddy

too quick on the draw there

[anonymous]

10 seconds before me... :-(
curses
-paul

Re: too quick on the draw there

[oppossum]

you have to watch out for her, my b.f.f.e is quick ;)

Re: Can we make it a menage a trois?

[oppossum]

the best i can offer is taking turns...

i'm speechless

[anonymous]

i don't know whether to say how touched i am from the beauty of it, or whether i should be jealous. . .

-pauly

Re: i'm speechless

[oppossum]

you should be touched. and glad that there are many miles separating me from him...

Re: i'm speechless

[anonymous]

:: wink ::

-you know who

[ex_tiptoes853]

mmmm gorgeous.

except my little brother named his hamster Bagwell, so sometimes i think of a tiny furry creature when i hear that name, instead of the baggage of goodies we all know and love.