Perhaps I am selfish
I keep holding on
while in the kitchen
even when alone.
Spun the tale of
apron on the run
nothing else she wore
hell of a tale I spun
I reach.. she moves
I see the juicy fruit
the fullness of her
and her treasured loot
she loves the tease
plays the innocent bit
when she moves abruptly
might expose a tit
ah, when she bends over
a much broader view
frankly just these peeps
no longer seem to do
Im gonna stop being nice
snatch the apron, play ruff
and when I touch her
feel her fullness in the buff
See, I know one day
she'll stop running and turn
wrap me in her heated arms
share the flavor of her charms
then my selfish self
will do sooo much rubbing
while holding her tight
squeezing and hugging.
Del Cano 2004
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