She showed up in my front door in a mini skirt
Her outfit, immaculate without a spot of dirt
Her body, in honesty, was just too supreme
Her skirt, I thought, was a bit extreme

In simplicity, she was anything but ordinary
In reality, she had no idea that I’m a visionary,
In my mind I could already see us doing it missionary.
Legs apart,
Me entering her, that’s my favourite part.

Her sexy dress code was strictly to impress,
to my delight, it was even easier to undress.
My hands to her chest, I gently pressed,
Relax, to you I must confess,
my fantasies of sleeping with you, dear mistress.

C’mon sweetheart, just bend over and grab the sheets in a pile,
as I give it to you in doggy style.
Mad juice drips down her thighs,
as she screams and moans in a sexual high.
Calling out the lord’s name
but not in vain, it’s the beast inside her I had to tame.

I rode her like a village bicycle,
She tasted so good like a creamy Popsicle.
But truth be told she’s expensive like a Mercedes Benz,
And I love the way the curves in her body bends.

A true queen, she will forever have my respect,
because she continues to nourish my intellect.
Biology on Monday, we shall not tell a single soul,
Next Friday night on your script, what will be the role?
Front row seat I will silently await your signal,
As you bend down to pick the chalk, I know we’ll be doing anal.