THAT HAPPENS UNDERCOVER... (BY KEVITO DA POET)

I FOUND MYSELF
TOM CRUSING IT
THIS EVENING
EYES WIDE SHUT
BLINDFOLDED BUT
VERY TRANSPARENT
TO THE EVENTS
AND MY SURROUNDINGS
I HAVE OFFICIALLY
ENTER THE WORLD
OF THE SWINGERS
CALL ME TARZAN...

AND FOR SOMETHING
THAT HAPPENS UNDERCOVER
SEX HERE SEEMS NOT
BE DONE THAT WAY
NAKED BODY'S
LIKE A BIRTHDAY
SEEM TO BE UNIFORM
ALONG WITH MOANS
AND GROANS IN UNISON
SO MANY SEXY
LIL MAMA'S AND
STILL NO MUSIC
NO PICKINESS
JUST DO IT
LIKE THE NIKE SLOGAN... 

NO HOLDING FEELINGS
BUT I'M GRABBING WOMEN
IN THE FRONT
IN THE BACK
I HAVE TWO HANDS
BUT WHEN I LOOK DOWN
I'M WISHING I HAD
TWO OF THEM
SO I CAN BE
TWO TIMES
THE PLEASURE
LIKE A DOUBLEMINT
DOING A LOT OF EATING
WITH NO CHEWING
LIP BITING EXCLUDED
WE CAN BE
AS LOAD AS WE WANT...

FEW THINGS ARE
OFF LIMITS
JUST SEEKING
IMMUNITY 
BOTH DEFINITIONS
PLEADING THE 5TH
WHEN ASKED QUESTIONS
OF IT'S EXISTENCE
LIMITED ACCEPTANCE
IN A OPEN SOCIETY
KEPT SECRET
WE MEET CONNECTED
BUT LEAVE IN SEPARATE
WAYS LIKE A EXIT
STAGE LEFT AFTER
A FULFILLING PERFORMANCE... ;-)