Got the shoes off groove on.
The rain pours can’t do lawn.
You yawn without the knowledge that you’re exposing a space
I’d like to fill sexually if there’s time to waste.
And if there’s time to waste
Is there time to brace
Time to taste you when you’re restrained
While you lie in wait.
Laying patiently while I pry and taste
Impatiently when I tease too great
Run my touch too light or press with too much haste
But you review the situation with a lot of praise.
As you lay tied down as a prize to prey on
The sky goes grey as the day rolls on
You feel done like a waffle, hot and pressed
As you feel impressions on your body from your day of rest.
Got the shoes off, groove on.
You didn’t see me sexually harass your yawn
I keep the zipper up but my pervert on
I get you from when you hit the bed till dawn.