An Adonis-like youth
Your son’s age
Runs past you in the sun
You are not even tempted to lust
About any part of him
But find yourself wishing you had
His perfect
Knees
His enviable
BMI.
An Adonis-like youth
Your son’s age
Runs past you in the sun
You are not even tempted to lust
About any part of him
But find yourself wishing you had
His perfect
Knees
His enviable
BMI.
Ha! Welcome, forties! 🙂
Yep:)