I never thought I’d say it, the truth is it di’n’t hurt,
Every bit a woman, nine inches ‘neath her skirt.
I had to move in closer, get a front row view.
She saw that I had caught her eye and my Lord howdy-do.
Must be good,
must be true,
back again with
Grindin’ like an alpha, I’m at the receivin’ end,
pushin’ like a madman, I’m chokin’ at the bend.
I gotta rush of madness, a sense of I don’t care.
She’s gaspin’ like a steam train, as she’s pullin’ on my hair.
There’s a whole lot o’ know-how which I have learned,
stayin’ at the sharp end when the tables are turned.
How can I stoop so low? Well I can tell you that:
abstinence is no cure, curiosity kills the cat.
Don’t be too pick an’ choosy, y’never know till y’try!
Hard to swallow all your pride, when she’s packin’ like a guy!
©27.2.2020 Andrew Robert Chapman
Hide it when you’re jealous, when she’s packin’ like a guy!
Don’t be too pick an’ choosy, treat lows as a high.