The doctor is in.
He’s gonna inject me with his love medicine.
And I don’t think I’ll be able to walk tomorrow.
8 pack abs. A rugged face with deep, soulful eyes. The most defined V I’ve ever seen.
All leading to a magic stick that you gotta see to believe.
Too bad I can’t have him.
He just moved his billion dollar practice next door and bought my building, along with my business.
Which means I see him everyday.
I feel his eyes on my @$$ as I walk by.
I get wet thinking of his hands on my body.
Ripping my clothes off. Bending me over.
Spreading my legs and…taking my temperature.
That’s it. Eric may be the doctor.
But it’s time I make the house call. In his bed.