We Should Be...

Dinner was nice
I thank you for the meal
But right about now
I must say how I feel

We should be fucking

The conversation was easy
It was smooth, like butter
All night long
We have been staring at each other

We should be fucking

When you came to my door
And I smelled your cologne
From that moment on
Time seemed to drag on

We should be fucking

The small talk is done
I am feeling the wine
We can skip the movie
I will be just fine

We should be fucking

Your mouth is moving
I don’t hear a thing
All I can think of
Is the joy those lips will bring

We should be fucking

Your clothing is nice
They will look better on my floor
No more words daddy
I can’t take it no more

We should be fucking

The tension is building
I could almost scream
My legs are quivering
They need you in between

We should be fucking

You play the gentleman role
And walk me to my door
I pull you inside
There much more to explore

We should be fucking

I rip off your clothes
And quickly take off mine
I smile devishly
At the BIG prize I’ve found

We should be fucking

Morning rolls in
I feel hit by a truck
It’s the pain I like
Because I got fucked

Yes, I fucked him

Image by Girolamo Gjeri "Deep Passion"