SEXIE EDDIE
by Lori-Lib

When Sexie Eddie toured the world, I went to see the show.
The first half was hilarious, the rest, I just don't know.

Between the halves young Eddie changed into a skirt so bold,
My eyes near popped out of my head, or so I have been told.

The skirt was slit from hem to waist along the left-hand side,
And Eddie's leg, from toe to hip, the skirt refused to hide.

In high-heeled boot and fishnet hose his muscles he did flex.
I sat...and stared...and drooled a bit, as if under a hex.

I think I vaguely heard the folks around me laugh at him,
But save for sight, my other senses all had grown quite dim.

Alas, the leg, it disappeared as Eddie strolled off-stage.
Hearing, touch, and smell returned as passion ceased to rage.

When later asked about the show I just could not recall,
A thing except the skirt and leg--I'd heard no words at all.

If Eddie wears that sparkly skirt, beware or lust may seize ya,
And you, like me, may find you have a bad case of gam-nesia.

I guess my only hope to hear the parts I missed will be,
To close my eyes and listen to the Sexie DVD.