Hiding inside and whispering
“You can’t see me”
Under the stars, but no dancing with the stars,
There’s no TV!
petite, fights in tiny tights.
She got on top like a cop,
but refused to read me my rights.
Outdoors, on an earthen floor.
Practicing baby makin’ with Beth,
soon she’ll be birthin’ more.
Upright triangle, uptight,
I sighed at her angle.
I couldn’t get behind her line,
she quarterbacks for the Cincinnati Bengals.
Took her to the rodeo,
passion out the gate,
bait curvy, yet tame-ful.
Got rowdy, so I roped her around the ankles.