Sweet Satin Paramour

Be careful what you wish for.

Like a warm summer's breeze,
my baby is such a tease.

Like an ingle on a cold winter morning,

she kissed me without any forewarning.

Like the last drag of my cigarette,
she is there for me when I get upset.

Like when I smell the pages of a new book,
her touch turns me into a schnook.

I am a slave to her desires,
when she flaunts her sultry attires.

"Come closer" she gestures with her finger,
my eyes can't help but linger.

A few minutes with her inside my van,
would be so beautiful if we can.

And in no time, she moseyed and climbed on top,
leaned down and whispered, "you better not stop".

But with her last moan, she disappeared,
just like I had feared.

my sweet satin paramour...