I watched him as he removed his shirt,
that hunk of loven, James T. Kirk.
So young, and fine, oh what a man,
my lustful brain did concoct a plan.
To him this guy I must be smart,
how to meet this man who hathe stolen my heart.
To run my fingers through his hair,
kiss his lips with gentle care.
Whisper words into his ear,
that only, Kirk, would ever hear.
I know that, Kirk, is not actually real,
and is played with perfection by the dashing, Bill.
Brown eyes so warm, smile so fine,
oh how, William Shatner, has effected my mind.
To touch his hand would cause a stir,
for which mortal man hathe no cure.

Velmar Pewee Hale Johnson

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